But then there are slugs.
Gross, gross, gross.
The buggers show up on the sides of the donkey water trough. OK, I need to fill the darn thing and they're in the way. So, it's a matter of picking each suctiony slimy beast off and sending him/her on his/her way in the weeds.
This is a pretty good photo of the little slimer, you can see his little horny things by his head.
I can't tell you how slimy my fingers get after this ordeal. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
At times there have been up to eight in the trough at one time.
Let's throw in an extra yuck for good measure.
It occurred to me to take a quick look-up of slugs to appear somewhat knowledgeable.
No, don't wanna.
Thank goodness I'm not finding them everyday, as I was about a month ago. Don't know why. Don't care.