I’ve been thinking about eggshells and slugs a lot lately. My gardening without pesticides book recommends placement of crushed eggshells around my lettuce garden to keep the slugs out.
Can’t determine if it’s working yet, but the sharp edges are supposed to keep the slugs at bay.
Eggshells are 95-97% calcium carbonate held together with a protein binder, it’s the crystalline structure of the shell that makes them sharp and therefore deadly to the soft slug underbellies.
Slugs on the other hand are slimy little buggers (insects) of varying lengths that appear to proliferate in the rainy Northwest.
On a recent hike around the block a friend disclosed that slugs are fascinating creatures with an incredible sex life. I was not paying particular attention as I was trying to avoid stepping on them as they appeared to have mated themselves in great quantities and were slowly making their way across every hard (and semi hard) surface in sight. Gently placing my foot between two particularly large ones I caught the tail end of the “incredible sex life” statement.
HUH? Slugs. Sex. Incredible? What?
First off. Slugs are hermaphrodites! Hah! One stop shopping on the all day sex network. Slugs are also wickedly sexual creatures. They find a mate, hang upside down and spiral around each other, do the deed and then go off to lay eggs by themselves (and have a smoke.)
Oh and you have to look up Apophallation .
Slugs may begin as hermaphrodites but they often become completely female as their male bits frequently get hung up in the rigging and have to be chewed off.
Guess that’s the price of admittance. I can just feel the dudes reading this cringe at that thought.
Don’t lose your head about it. Being a slug is better than being a male preying mantis.