My battle with garden predators has started in earnest after a long period of neglect (to the garden that is). The local slugs can manage to eat more salad in a day than Paul Newman has salad dressing for. A friend of mine has late night forays and picks off the offending nibblers and puts them in plastic bags then, wait for it, puts them in the freezer to euthanize them.
I don’t think I’ll be doing anything quite so humane, as my freezer is full of unlabelled objects that are unrecognizable as food. The likelihood of a mishap here is too huge to contemplate. I can just see my long suffering wife popping a few into her friend’s gin and tonic.
Instead, I’ll continue to throw them over into my neighbor’s yard for a short vacation. Maybe I should start tagging them so I know how fast they return. I have a few helpers this year, in the shape of 2 cute Buff Orpingtons, who have a taste for the little ones.
The main culprit, however, is not the ubiquitous banana slug, or poor man’s peaches as they get called here on account of their color, but the equally ubiquitous Mule Deer. It is quite a symbiotic relationship really. I grow the stuff, and they eat it.
One of these days, I might find out what the results of my agrarian effort tastes like.
Maybe we could genetically alter them so they only eat Dandelions
What a thought.