Update:
Just as I was about to put my fiendish eradication plan into action, the slugs have dissapeared. Completely. Gone. They must have had a spy stationed near a window who heard of the horrors I had planned for their kind, (or one of them is a Doper: I have my suspicions . . .) and they managed to evacuate the area before I could unleash my Shock and Ouch campaign.
I’m picturing what a slug refugee camp must look like. Or, perhaps these slugs are migratory, and they’re headed for warmer climes. Or, maybe they were just tired of being stepped upon. Who knows . . .
Whatever caused them to leave, I’m happy they’re gone. I plan to salt the hell out of the underside of the deck so they won’t come back, and best of all, my conscience doesn’t have to be tortured by images of sluggy agony.