I think he's asleep. Makes me sense that he might be in the eastern US, snuggling around the sheep in the meadows.
No, no, I meant goats in the meadows.
... which brings me back to snails in the garden!
I wonder if & when snails sleep? During the day, I guess. I just went out in the Freezing cold & not a snail to be seen! I suspect they're planning their tactics for tonight. I'd better go get that beer, hey?
I admire you. I just can't get into digging little holes for beer dishes...
though what am I saying, I dig little holes for lots of plants.
The thing with the ammonia, is you see them crump, which might revolt you.
I am busy killing mice, myself. Me, who likes mice. But it is them or me. Finally found something that works consistently. Schniff.
You haven't adopted a cat, have you, osso?
Ms, I adore cats. I am extremely allergic to them. Lived with cats in my rather long and mostly happy marriage, kerchoo!, would even sneeze as I entered the property, which even I thought was psychological but was probably allergenic, on later consideration. A lot of that went away when we remodelled, that was the beginning of the end of the marriage, but never mind.
In the now, I have this damned dog, who is nonfierce to the feral cats at work and ferocious personified to any dog that approaches our work door. I am sort of waiting to get sued for someone frightened to walk in the gallery. And if he gets out, it's all over, as he and another dog did go at it, about a year ago. Luckily, in that one, the other owner thought it was her dog's fault and we disclosed our own rabies cert numbers. We were both relieved when we pulled them apart.
Let me say I wouldn't pick a corgi for this situation, from afresh.
In the meantime, I, and my business partner who is beginning to pay attention to this, after all the advice on how he was no problem, are very attuned.
I'd love a cat and I think Pacco might too. After all, he likes Printer...
It's me that goes into asthma tharn...
And here I was, thinking that Pacco was Mr Gentle! :wink: ..... Well obviously to cats, he is, but ..... a worry, indeed, osso.
I asked about you acquiring a cat after you said:
"I am busy killing mice, myself. Me, who likes mice. But it is them or me. Finally found something that works consistently. Schniff."
I figured a Felix MUST have been the solution! Such an obvious one, if asthma is not a problem!
No, I spent twenty dollars, thereabouts, for this electonic thingy. It's working. Sigh.
Back a few pages, you asked if one can eat garden snails... I've heard you can. You collect them and put them in a box of sawdust (some hardwood kind, not pine or cedar) for a week or two to "clean them out" and then proceed to saute' with garlic...
You could always rehabilitate them by pointing out there error of their ways...........
... there's gotta be a 12-step program. 'We acknowledge that there is a higher power involved in our craving for green leafy material'.
I like that one Stilly...green leafy material....heh heh.
Yeah, I crack myself up.......
Mr Stillwater wrote:You could always rehabilitate them by pointing out there error of their ways...........
I hadn't thought of that. Give the poor blighters a chance to redeem themselves. Begin anew. Very enlightened, Mr S!
I hope you noted Wy's post as well msolga. Yes, garden snails are generally edible, but must be starved for a while to rid them of toxins. However, if you have used any pesticides whatsoever in your garden, it's best to avoid eating the buggers.
Thanks, cav. I just read it. (thanks, Wy)
I don't have any intention of eating them actually, just wondered ...
I have a wonderful little book on southern Italian cooking (written by a countess, or something, about her estate.) There's a photograph of a small tree, completely denuded of leaves & totally covered in snails - all intended for cooking. A delicacy, apparently.
I just had an idea....buy some canned escargots, drain the water off, and then cover them with beer and use those as the traps. Imagine the satisfaction of knowing they are getting drunk and eating their brethren. Muahaha...
