Up to 10,000 people virtually lived underground for years.... getting married, giving birth, going to school. They only came out at night to furtively tend their crops.
After all my lilies had been eaten by slugs and snails I decided to do something about it, guess what, I am winning !
A short poem about the slugs and snails in my garden and what I have done to combat the problem.
This is a quick guide to getting around Bangkok quickly and easily and avoiding tourist traps that could cost you a lot.
~We’ll take a little break from the nuts and bolts of Fly Assassin Reports, give you a bit of a third person story about P. Sluggo~He was in Junior High the year JFK was slain, cried like a baby~the year before that he learned something about slaying and quotas~you’ll notice in th...
~Assassination is a dirty business~Trick ‘em, trap ‘em, & kill ‘em~With doggy doo/poo trap bait dripping from my fists, I soon sought less messy and more effective techniques for dispatching the enemy~
~I must confess that at the time, as shown here, we were quite primitive in our methods of trapping and killing. The poo-trap in the picture is an example of how I earned my name, Sluggo~
~I made Igor a fliescube out of our kill~It floated around in her water dish, cooled it off a bit~Igor slurped away at the fliescube until neither fly nor ice existed~