Today’s been a strange and mysterious day for slug watch. One of my pea plants had capitulated to some form of attacker but I really don’t know if it was a slug or not. I found the top half limp and separate from the bottom half, one lonely mange tout waiting to be picked amidst a wall of expectant flowers. It doesn’t seem like a slug. Why would a slug climb half way up only to slit the plants throat, metaphorically speaking. On all my other peas they just like munching the leaves. And then there’s the case of the mysteriously disappearing brassica, whose leaves have gone one after the other over several days leaving me suspicious that the mouse has been at work again. Actually I found one leaf dragged manfully, or should that be mousefully a foot and a half away from the plant so I’m pretty sure that isn’t the work of a slug. The last couple of nights I’ve been having a good old poke around in the undergrowth and there’s quite a few slugs mooching around. I’ve definitely saved my beans by picking them off. I also found a little baby toad in there tonight, which is a good sign. I’ve started to feel a bit self conscious going up to the plot with my flash light. I’m probably mad.