I have a striking addition to the garden, a variegated Brugmansia.
|Our heroine in February|
|Nowadays. Please note chewed-the-fuck-up leaves.|
I was very struck by it when we met at the nursery cause I had never seen a variegated one before. Beautiful big chartreuse and lemon yellow leaves, someday it will be seven feet tall with huge, salmon pink drooping blossoms. It’s already doing quite well, pretty much tripling in size since last spring, despite some pest chewing up its big leaves.
That’s why when I saw this banana slug (one of the goddess’s most grotesque grotesqueries) loitering near it this morning, with a completely unconvincing air of innocence, I moved to destroy Mr. Slug without a moment’s hesitation. Mercy is not an option when it comes to protecting my broadleaved semi-tropical darlings.
|Slug, meet salt.|
|Salt, meet slug.|
You know how to kill a slug? You either can feed it to your duck, and had I duck I would have, or you can pour salt on it. The slug dissolves into a goo slime, hopefully in a spasm of agony. I would feel some compunction about this if it hadn’t been feeding on one of my plant favorites and besides, how much sympathy can you muster for a creature whose camouflage seems to consist of passing for a fresh cat turd?
And yes, one thousand posts down. Who’d a thunk it?
|How many Houseboys with big tits and bulging baskets does this make? More than we could want to count.|