A Salt on a Slug...

Actually that means I have begun my annual assault on the slug population. I found a couple of them in my broccoli and brussel sprouts, so me and my trusty box of rock salt went to work. I could get slug bait, but with Jo's love of helping me in the garden, I am hesitant to lay down any poison! I was thinking of my Mom while I was annihilating slugs this morning. Why, you ask? Growing up we had two pet ducks...Daisy and Dum-Dum. Daisy and Dum-Dum loved to eat slugs, but Mom was afraid to let them free range so every night about dusk we had to go gather up slugs onto a coffee can lid with sticks to feed to the ducks. Daisy just scarfed them up, but Dum-Dum had to wash his first. Maybe he wasn't so dumb after all? Another great story in the history of slugs was when Sara was about 3, she was playing out in the yard. She let out a blood curdling scream! We thought something horrible had happened (well, in her little world, it had!). Sara had stepped on a slug with her bare feet! Pretty traumatizing for a 3 year old although not dangerous. I digress...the sun is out today and of course I head back to work this afternoon! C'est la vie! I am inspired by Trena's Netherland wardrobe to start planning a new wardrobe for Greece...I love the planning part...time to "shop the stash" for the bones of this capsule.  More to come...