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| Slugs on Honesty |
When we first started trying to grow vegetables in our clay
field nothing ever seemed to
germinate. A single evening springtime
walk revealed seedlings germinating like mad, but like baby turtles on a beach,
they were being snaffled equally quickly by an army of slimy predators before
they could make it to the relative safety of the morning. The ground, the hedges, the walls were a heaving mass of slugs – big orange
ones, small brown ones, stripy ones and black ones, revolting white ones which
exude a milky gunk when prodded and even a magnificent leopard slug or two.
