Mom, don't read this post. I'm serious.
Southeast Alaska has a slug problem. We have our adorable native slugs that are big and yellow and spotty. I can take those slugs, they belong here. What I can't take are the incredibly vile invasive european vegetable eating monsters. I get irrational upset when something is after my food. Last friday, after working in the field for 10 days I went on a binge. I picked up the slugs that were after my rhubarb and smashed them with a rock. I had a flat rock all picked out, well away from any veggies. Everyone knows that dead, smashed slugs only attract more dead slugs. Behold: