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Originally posted by VirginVegGrower
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I beg to differ. I've not yet met the slug I couldn't have in a fair fight.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard Kipling -
I've not yet met the slug I couldn't have in a fair fight.
Yes, but there are so many of them, and there is only one of you... in the end you will become sluggish ! 
For the record, I used to eat worms as a child, and found them a bit gritty. (Maybe I should have done the snail thing and waited until their stomachs were empty before eating them.) Whereas, in the past, my ancestors in the glens used to salt down layers of big black slugs, to keep as a dessicated winter delicacy. Supposedly a bit chewy, but nonetheless popular...
There's no point reading history if you don't use the lessons it teaches.
Head-hunted member of the Nutter's Club - can I get my cranium back please ?Comment
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They run riot in my garden:
And some are a bit on the hefty size, even for me.
PS I like your sig.
Last edited by mrbadexample; 20-05-2011, 11:54 PM.Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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Last summer I saw something move out of the corner of my eye...and when I looked closer there was a frog hopping about on my pillow!
Now I'm normally the go-to person in our house for removing spiders but - don't know why - when confronted with little froggie I came over all girlie and squeamish. Had to stand on a chair while others fixed it and took it outside.
Sadly I think I scared the poor thing with my screams and we haven't seen frogs this year (they live in next door's pond) - although that could be due to the lack of rain.
I think if you have a frog, be happy. Unless it is in your bedding. Then wide eyed horror is allowed.Comment
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That was me, looking for a kiss.Originally posted by Kiwi_Soph View Post
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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That's what you get for sleeping in the garden !when I looked closer there was a frog hopping about on my pillow!
(I'll bet you've never been caught on the hop like that again.)
I once woke up to the feel of a spider plummeting into my open mouth. I now no longer sleep beneath a curtained window. (But I still like spiders. Just not as breakfast.)
There's no point reading history if you don't use the lessons it teaches.
Head-hunted member of the Nutter's Club - can I get my cranium back please ?Comment
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