Excuses, excuses

Incipient!? You fraud! I thought you'd been a longtime inveterate toper.

Les rôdeurs de la nuit

Quand le bourgeois dort,
Il fait soif encore,
Passons la nuit à boire !
La rue est toute noire ;
Mais les vitraux des boulevards
Sont en feu, comme des regards.
Atmosphère enflammée,
Filles dans la fumée,
Eau-de-vie et bruit,
Voilà notre nuit !

Boire est le vrai bien !
Après, il n’est rien !
Rien, sinon boire encore,
En attendant l’aurore !

Fernand Desnoyers

Now that Matt has, by means of indirection, reproduced himself, it is time for him to lay in a good supply of paregoric. It has 1001 uses, most of which are exactly the same.

Congrats on reproductive success

There's nothing that a good slug of camphorated tincture of opium can't fix. Except perhaps the door to my shed.

You should give it a try, at least.

I fashion tiny wagons out of old bottlecaps and matchboxes for my slugs to haul salt around. The ridges on the bottlecaps vibrate the wagons causing the salt to spill out onto the ground. Any subsequent slugs that happen along behind the wagon crawl thru the salt and turn into a wriggling foamy gelatinous blob.

You should have seen it the day that the ladybugs attacked and the slugs circled the wagons......

My current secret project is a tow rope harness for the Grackles and tiny water skis for the mice. Ought to be a HOOT!

Pics plz