When you move to an abandoned house there are always inhabitants who need to be evicted. Some are simply guests. Some are unwanted relatives and others are fierce squatters. Woodlice in the lamp shades. Spiders in the bath. Mice in the understairs cupboard. Birds in the hall. Wonderful primitive bristletails on the windowsills. In this menagerie here at Einar there are a few too many slugs in the kitchen for my personal comfort. Naturally they come to visit at night, creeping up on us unawares. This morning I found this one just reaching the kitchen work surface.
When living like this it’s important to glam it up a bit. We’re dining on fine white china and drinking from beautiful lead crystal glasses. It’s like being at a music festival and wearing your best frock in the mud and the rain. It’s just got to be done. Slugs or no slugs.
Slugs are so hospitable! And they just love fine white china, who doesn’t? Have you got anything up there that bites you?
Oh slugs. My worst nightmare. Even this picture creeps me out. I do like and indeed have fine white china. Fact!
The only slugs I have a problem with are those that squeeze themselves up through the tiny holes in the plug hole in the kitchen sink. It’s just unnatural to be able to get your entire body through a space that small.
Fine white china Tami – it’s the only way to go. I love cheesy patterned 1970′s Denby (as well as the great design it’s indestructible), but white is just classic. It shows the slugs off to perfection.
Please stop this dirty slug talk. It’s not funny and it’s not clever.