My grandmother, a keen gardener, used to describe slugs as “the Devil’s creatures”, after they’d eaten the seedlings she’d carfully planted yet again.
While I have no interest in gardening whatsoever, I’m beginning to wonder if she had a point. When I returned from holiday, the living room carpet was covered in slimy trails, when the wretched little things had been crawling all round the room in the two weeks I was away.
So I vacuumed the carpet. And the very next morning, there were a fresh set of trails.
There’s is no evidence of poltergeist activity, so I don’t believe it’s ectoplasm…
You need poultry, is all.
Of course, then you run into things like Carl’s mom saving us a bucket of snails from her garden for our ducks.
Seriously. She sent me an email a couple of days ago informing me of exactly that. No idea what she’s keeping the snails in, or if she’s feeding them, or what.
I wouldn’t be surprised if “Molluscs of Satan” turned out to be a Norwegian, prog-metal band from the mid-1980s…