Finally, the clouds have parted and our garden has made a little food. This is an immature french breakfast radish, plucked prematurely and shared, bite for bite by Levi and I. (Krista was at work, we don’t habitually exclude her from garden treats). It was a delicious radish, sharp and peppery and crunchy and cold like the exact soil temperature it came from.
Many of our radishes are suffering from severe slug damage. So are my artichokes, kale, brussels sprouts, basil, dahlias and peas. There are a lot of things I could be doing to deal with the slugs (beer traps, copper tape, sluggo, etc), but I am not doing anything to deal with my slugs besides murdering them when I see them. They are so many, and I am only one person and there are only so many hours in a day.
What do slugs love the most? Maybe I should plant a lot of that as a slug trap to keep them away from everything else.