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But I do try to live my life in such a way that I won't return as one in the next. Killing them in my garden during this incarnation does pose a problem in that regard, I suppose

You're not killing slugs.

You're releasing past gardeners from their purgatory

No, I don't feel sorry for them.

One night I let Jake out to pee, he comes back in, I crawl in bed, he hops on top of the covers.

I go to pet his head...and there was a !#@^%#^@#% slug on him. If you think they're icky in the daylight of a garden, trying feeling one unexpectedly in a dark bedroom!

Matt - that was funny! Thanks for the chortle.

Nope - don't have a soft spot for them at'll. I feed them a steady diet of iron phosphate. If they were smart, they'd learn how to digest it.

Now, if I run across the photos I took in the Sequoia Nat'l Forest, with my uncle, the Naturalist, I will show y'all some REAL slugs! The one's I spied were NINE INCHES LONG and as yeller as a banana, hence the name Banana Slug. ugh.

EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!

The banana slug is the official mascot at the University of CA, Santa Cruz, where my twins went to school. It's kind of a grown up alternative school, and they had a great education there.
http://www.ucsc.edu/about/campus_mascot.asp