Please meet my nemesis. It is a 2 inch garden snail that has a whole bunch of friends and family over for an all you can devour buffet in my garden/ temple.
About a month ago, I noticed a few of them munching down on my aloe plant and I dutifully plucked them and flung them off into the clover. I am a live and let live pink hippo Birkenstock wearing sort of gal. I didn't want them killed just relocated. For a time I toyed with the idea of dumping them into my neighbors yard, but that just didn't seem right.
So for a month I have been reaching into the meat grinder I call an aloe plant and plucking these bad boys off. The aloe plant returns my kindness but doing as much damage as possible to my skin. I am the only person I know with a two inch SCAR from an aloe plant.
As I was going through my ritual this morning, my resolve wavered. I am just getting tired of them. I will not put out traditional poisons for many moral reasons. The first is that I have neighborhood cats that I like in the area and would like to keep them alive.
I had a cat when I was a little kid that was poisoned "accidentally" by a neighbor. I came home to my beautiful kitty curled up dead on the front steps. I was 8 and still remember it quite vividly. I tried to wake her up from school when I got home but to no avail. I will not take part in that - no matter what damage they cause.
About two weeks ago our roommate told me of a new snail bait that is not a poison. I admit I was intrigued. Though the thought that Arsenic and Uranium are organic and all natural did keep floating through my mind.
Today, I actually started looking it up. I can feel my morals waver.
Though I may try a middle ground. My old Dutch and Blackfoot grandmother used to have special pie pans from Marie Calender's that she would use out in the garden. She would get some beer, drink one and pour the other in the pie tin for the snails. She would then remark that like so many of our relatives "at least they would die happy."
It may just be time for a beer run... something flat warm and in white can with a label that just says "BEER". It's not just for frat boys anymore.
Who knew that a two inch gastropod could make me question my morals?