Gad, Sir. You feed your slugs on brandy? A decent Asbach, one trusts!
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Gad, Sir. You feed your slugs on brandy? A decent Asbach, one trusts!
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Originally Posted by prendrelemick
I know. It's a rant I've ranted, but now I've relented. No more war so no more losing.
Never mind the brandy, how about some of this stuff?
http://www.stuff.co.nz/life-style/fo...strongest-beer
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Originally Posted by The Atheist
Can I pick my dead animal?Quote:
Only 12 bottles were made, each housed inside a stuffed dead animal and sold starting at 500 pounds ($NZ1086) each.
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Originally Posted by prendrelemick
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Originally Posted by dafydd manton
You may joke about this technique, but my now sainted mother swore by the slug beer drwoning method. I remember as a young lad, seeing shallow pans placed in the garden with dozens of sloshed slugs laying about in each one.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
She would knock down the first five then save the sixth for the slug traps.
The fumes alone wafting off that Dutch concoction would eradicate the slugs.
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Originally Posted by papayahed
Sure, the elephant's gone.
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I might give that a try, we have the slugs from hell around here.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
One night in summer, we were outside and I went to pick up what I'd assumed was a small branch that had dropped at the side of the pool. I was astonished to see the damned thing moving as I approached. Jesus, the thing was bigger than some snakes! 8 inches long and half an inch across, it was bigger than....... [/edited for content!]
I spread slug poison around and they just eat it and carry on - might be why they're so bloody big! Goddam mutant slugs.
UGHHHH!
The beer method works fine. The trouble is they seem to like the good stuff the best, cheap lager just won't do it - hence the commandeering of my personal supplies.
All you do, is push a dish into the soil so that its rim is level with the surface. Then devise a cover above it that slugs can squeeze under, we used a flat stone supported on smaller stones. We found the slugs round here liked Guinness the best.
On the first night we caught 124 slugs in three dishes- a record that stands to this day.
Just the thought of 124 slugs is pretty nauseating, but (and I'm not joking here), how do you dispose of them? Surely you can't put 'em in the bin? Presumably bury them.
They are absolutley disgusting. When they drown in beer all their slime seems to ooze out of them, and become covered in a yeasty growth (from the beer I suppose.) Ours went on the compost heap.
Bleurghh! Fortunately Her Indoors does all the gardening, so not really my problem. The only thing she'll let me do is cut the lawn, and sadly I get hay-fever, so that's out.
I wonder about the orientation of the bottle within - which end do you pour from.:blush2:Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
So, her indoors does the outdoors eh.:smilewinkgrin:Quote:
Originally Posted by dafydd manton
At the moment, yes, but if she knew I was contemplating a deceased Dingo full of alcohol (provided that I can pour from that end which is capable of facial expressions) she'd have me out there with a spade in my hand before you can say "Care for the other half?"
Nah. I'd be too scared to get 'em drunk.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
I'm with you on the nauseating bit. We once had an enormous one sneak into our house. It was honestly one of those "What the bloody hell is that?" moments.Quote:
Originally Posted by dafydd manton
I was sitting on the bog and something caught my eye up on the ceiling near the fan. I pulled it off the ceiling, where it left a huge reddish stain and honestly, the thing was wriggling in my hand like a live chipolata!
Unbelievable, the size - and feel - of it. I certainly felt nauseous after that.
Have we got any ads for slug bait yet?
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Leave 'em out in the sun, they're gone in no time.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Oh, hang on, you're in England.......
Yep, into the compost!
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Not just England - we're both in Yorkshire, sunshine capital of the Western World! And it's a brave man that could pick one of those things up. I didn't mind changing nappies, but I draw the line at that!