Briefly, one day I found a snail trying to eat my knee! I thought, hey, I should be eating you. The rest as they say, is history. The full story of why Snail Farm started. I was cutting ivy from our fence, standing in the same place for a while when I felt a mild pain on my left knee. I looked down to see a snail had travelled up my (long) sock and a further six inches onto my knee, it was then having me for lunch. I removed the snail chuntering that I should be eating it, not the other way around. I thought Id best treat the small red patch and clear zig zag where Id been munched. I checked the internet for information, was I going to die from the snail bite, get infected by the slime trail ? To my amazement no harm would come to me, in fact the mild rasping the snail gave me and the slime trail are used to benefit humans, a few days of varying between respecting and hating snails followed, the hate part was after finding destructive damage to my recently planted runner beans. Having done my homework from different internet sources I appreciated that I could not throw a snail far enough away that it would not find its way back, presuming it survived the flight and landing. Stomping on snails is never pleasant and really a waste of a creature that has purpose. Taking snails and putting them on the compost heap to assist with decomposition seemed like a good idea, but a trip out after dark revealed hoards of snails making their own way back to their preferred feeing grounds, my runner beans and parsley patch in particular. Something had to be done. Collect and restrict the snails free movement seemed a good solution, Im able to keep pace with a snail so catching them is not a problem, how and where to keep them, what to do with them once I have them caged? Follow my Snail Farm story.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Jun 2014 08:37:44 +0000
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