I don't care if I have to pet a slug as I feed it my damn veggies one at a time...I'll never stoop to owning, supporting, cheering for, wearing the colors of, or befriending a duck. Ain't gonna happen.

Since the little bastards don't like sliming over sharp scratchy stuff...I've often wondered about laying a few dried branches of blackberry around the garden perimeter. A la keeping the lions out of your camp in Zimbabwe.


Or I 'll just go with cheap beer, and my size 12's in the morning...