Faithful readers and relentless stalkers might remember a few days ago I referred to a small “slug on the ceiling” problem, nothing too unusual chez raincoaster. Last year it was mushrooms growing in the livingroom; this year, it’s flying slugs. But it seems at last there is a solution somewhat more sophisticated than the old sprinkle salt on them, squeal “EW!” at the top of your lungs, sweep them into a dustpan, shriek when they stick to the broom, carry them outside and whack the broom handle against a tree not quite hard enough to break it procedure.
NASA simply shoots them into space! Teh Ossum! The only questions I have is, do they pick up or should I deliver and can I borrow the Canadarm to pick these buggers off the ceiling?
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raincoaster 
Get a chicken. You may have to help if the slugs are on the ceiling though.
The Marchioness of W under B de la Z
Your Grace
Have you thought of moving House to a drier, warmer location, inimical to slugs ?
I suppose that rules out Derbyshire
but what about Monsieur’s Metro’s DRY stony Fortress a mere 30 minute flight away on ApilihP’s wonderful, jet-powered Magic Carpet, which I’m sure she’d hire out to a favoured (err … favored, in the North Amerikan dialect) friend
Alternatively, how about a biological control-solution – does Canuckistan have tame hedge-pigs
Yr ob servt etc
G E
M. EaGle:
Unfortunately she already tried moving the house. It’s right where the tornado dumped it.
As for our Stony Fortress–which actually having more dirt than stone might more properly be known as the Dirty Fortress, though it lacks a certain jE ne sAIs quoi–Mmle RC would then have to be called Desert Coaster, which makes her sound like some sort of contraption drawn by camels. While she is, I have heard, irresistably drawn by camels, I’m sure she would despair at the confusion.
Hedgehogs are an imported pest in Canuckistan, though not a rapidly-expanding one. And their voracious appetite is legend. However, since the slugs seem to occupy elevated regions, Mmle Coaster would have to supply them with one of those tube cities, such as hamsters are granted, to reach their juicy treats. This the Wet One can ill-afford, to say nothing of the lack of indoor space for such a maze.
And the alternative–walking about the room holding a hedgehog above one’s head to graze at will, is very hard on the tentacles. Not to mention that she is not likely to be able to reach.
No, I feel that desperate times call for Derbyshire measures. She should arrive on Friday two weeks hence. Due to her current circumstances, she will arrive COD. You may wish to have a physician on hand.
We did mark the crate “This End Up”, but I think I might have stuck the sticker on the crate wrong way up.
All of us remaining in Canada salute you for your sacrifice.
My carpet is your carpet but it seems the tentacled one is gone post haste. Derbyshire it is – moist and granite strewn to beautiful effect.
Hedgehogs are quite yummy I hear, cooked slowly in the embers of a camp fire. That may singe the tentacles though.
I’m all ABOUT setting fires lately. In fact, if she doesn’t stop being such a pain in the ass, I may set fire to my neighbor shortly. Will keep you posted.
The Marchoness de W under B de la Z
Your Grace
Is no Tree Oktopus safe from ApilihP, la Gourmet-Predateuse !!!!
Yr Grace’s ob servt etc
G E
I think she’s just hoping that eight extra arms will come in handy when it’s time to do chores. I, personally, have no intention of holding any hedgehogs for roasting. Any fool knows you flatten them and pop them in the toaster!
Is no Hedge-Pig safe from a SteamRoller-driving RegenCoaster
None. But you’ve got to put six of them in a sandwich to make it worth getting the mayo out of the fridge.
Just a vision of a shuttle full of writhing, space-sick slugs.
Need to go take a psychic shower.
Huh? Aren’t you feeling it? THe good thing about slugs is they’re so gross that even if they barf nobody can tell.
Ah yes, Raincoaster. Home of civilized and informed discourse on the future of our great nations…