Slugaggeddon

I admit I was in both shock and awe, as Janet went about the garden on a genocidal rampage. The rain had been hard and long, and the humidity at that perfect level for gastropod molluscs shelled and unshelled. 

The garden was like one of those fantastic restaurants you love to eat at - only for slugs. I cannot believe, even now, just how many she pulled off the flowers and plants and vegetables... I do know I'll never drink out of that coffee mug again. And the patio needs a damned good pressure washing. 

If there is a Hague equivalent for crimes against slimey folk, I'll be an accomplice to one of the terrors of the garden. I may not have the squishy boot, but I held the torch... take me down.