El Día de los Caracoles
Apr. 14th, 2003 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ebonlockThis will be the title of my low-budget horror film when it airs on the local Spanish language channels.
Why, you ask, am I planning to make a horror film? Well, you see my life this weekend kinda turned into one without any effort on my part. I woke up Saturday morning, a bit later than intended as there was 7th Sea, then the Indian flick "Fire" that I'd rented. Went through the usual routine, and as I opened the front window blinds gazed out in horror to see garden snails everywhere! It was between torrential downpours so I growled, "Oh hell no," and started scooping the little demons into an empty flower pot I had lying around. I transferred them to Stalag 17 (or the green yardwaste bin) and after about 50 of the worst offenders had been located, I slammed the top shut. Then went into the backyard and finding even more, added them to my new compost bucket. My secret ingredient!
I then ran my regularly scheduled errands and got back only slightly more damp than I'd hoped to. Shared the war stories with Aelf, who was equally as horrified as myself and we both vowed death to snail-kind.
Zoomed up to RWC for dinner with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elo_sf and philipalden, sushi, yum! Then we sat around chatting for a bit which was delightful. Got back a bit later than expected and as I pulled into the driveway both Aelf and myself were dumfounded. See, the driveway, front walk, even the garage door, were all teeming with snails!
Would that I'd had a video camera...
Anyway, Aelf flew out of the car and began knocking them off the garage door as I pulled in. Grabbing some rubber gloves she looked at me and asked, "Ok so what do we do with them?" I first suggested Stalag 17, but realized we had more than enough POWs (or experimental subjects as I like to call them) to test some different snail deterrants on. So I went in the house and came back with a large container of salt and then I introduced my roommate to the joys of white, salty death.
When I pointed out that they make a little hissing noise and fizz when they die Aelf began to chuckle darkly. It all went downhill from there.
In an orgy of killing unprecedented in the annals of Santa Clara, we rained death and destruction on our slimy foes. One by one we gathered them, flipped 'em, and salted 'em. Now I am a peaceful person by nature, and a lover of most creatures on this planet. But I will not abide those things taking over my yards!
I think we spent at least a half an hour bringing about the demise of at minimum 3 dozen more snails. Dead ones were scooped into a plastic bag and added to the trash, leaving just the goo to deal with. I'm considering a beer trap but am concerned that my killer snails might be attracted. I'm also contemplating various copper barriers, which will be instituted on the Stalag to judge their effectiveness. The best ones will be added to large areas of the yard and plantings for added protection.
Andelo_sf suggested attempting to rent a duck for a bit as apparently they're voracious snail killers. Of course it does beg the question, where and by what means would one go about renting a duck? All suggestions are welcome.
Another great class this weekend, and I think I'm getting the "Magica" move, which makes me happy. Another option to add to my choreography is a good thing. The Troupe then headed for Marie Callender's and their yummy Sunday brunch (though I was good and stuck with a bowl of soup), and we all skipped the pies that called to us. Instead we headed back to Chez Femme II for much discussion regarding our next choreography. After at least an hour or two of debate we settled on a song called "Fun da Mental" from an Indian mix CD my sis sent me last year. The ideas were flying fast and furious, and this choreography promises to be the most complex and difficult we've ever attempted.
Why put ourselves through weeks, if not months of training to accomplish this? Well we're seriously thinking about competitions and we want something that just might be worthy of one. Will we be able to pull this off? Guess we'll have to wait and see, but we're planning to at least test-run it at a hafla coming up at the end of May.
Class tonight too, though I haven't been as diligent as I should about going over the footwork we've learned in there. I'm not going to get better at this until I get serious. Muscle memory is the only way to nail this stuff, and that takes practice, practice, practice!
Why, you ask, am I planning to make a horror film? Well, you see my life this weekend kinda turned into one without any effort on my part. I woke up Saturday morning, a bit later than intended as there was 7th Sea, then the Indian flick "Fire" that I'd rented. Went through the usual routine, and as I opened the front window blinds gazed out in horror to see garden snails everywhere! It was between torrential downpours so I growled, "Oh hell no," and started scooping the little demons into an empty flower pot I had lying around. I transferred them to Stalag 17 (or the green yardwaste bin) and after about 50 of the worst offenders had been located, I slammed the top shut. Then went into the backyard and finding even more, added them to my new compost bucket. My secret ingredient!
I then ran my regularly scheduled errands and got back only slightly more damp than I'd hoped to. Shared the war stories with Aelf, who was equally as horrified as myself and we both vowed death to snail-kind.
Zoomed up to RWC for dinner with
elo_sf and philipalden, sushi, yum! Then we sat around chatting for a bit which was delightful. Got back a bit later than expected and as I pulled into the driveway both Aelf and myself were dumfounded. See, the driveway, front walk, even the garage door, were all teeming with snails!Would that I'd had a video camera...
Anyway, Aelf flew out of the car and began knocking them off the garage door as I pulled in. Grabbing some rubber gloves she looked at me and asked, "Ok so what do we do with them?" I first suggested Stalag 17, but realized we had more than enough POWs (or experimental subjects as I like to call them) to test some different snail deterrants on. So I went in the house and came back with a large container of salt and then I introduced my roommate to the joys of white, salty death.
When I pointed out that they make a little hissing noise and fizz when they die Aelf began to chuckle darkly. It all went downhill from there.
In an orgy of killing unprecedented in the annals of Santa Clara, we rained death and destruction on our slimy foes. One by one we gathered them, flipped 'em, and salted 'em. Now I am a peaceful person by nature, and a lover of most creatures on this planet. But I will not abide those things taking over my yards!
I think we spent at least a half an hour bringing about the demise of at minimum 3 dozen more snails. Dead ones were scooped into a plastic bag and added to the trash, leaving just the goo to deal with. I'm considering a beer trap but am concerned that my killer snails might be attracted. I'm also contemplating various copper barriers, which will be instituted on the Stalag to judge their effectiveness. The best ones will be added to large areas of the yard and plantings for added protection.
And
elo_sf suggested attempting to rent a duck for a bit as apparently they're voracious snail killers. Of course it does beg the question, where and by what means would one go about renting a duck? All suggestions are welcome.Another great class this weekend, and I think I'm getting the "Magica" move, which makes me happy. Another option to add to my choreography is a good thing. The Troupe then headed for Marie Callender's and their yummy Sunday brunch (though I was good and stuck with a bowl of soup), and we all skipped the pies that called to us. Instead we headed back to Chez Femme II for much discussion regarding our next choreography. After at least an hour or two of debate we settled on a song called "Fun da Mental" from an Indian mix CD my sis sent me last year. The ideas were flying fast and furious, and this choreography promises to be the most complex and difficult we've ever attempted.
Why put ourselves through weeks, if not months of training to accomplish this? Well we're seriously thinking about competitions and we want something that just might be worthy of one. Will we be able to pull this off? Guess we'll have to wait and see, but we're planning to at least test-run it at a hafla coming up at the end of May.
Class tonight too, though I haven't been as diligent as I should about going over the footwork we've learned in there. I'm not going to get better at this until I get serious. Muscle memory is the only way to nail this stuff, and that takes practice, practice, practice!
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Re: Amazing
Date: 2003-04-15 08:28 am (UTC):)
Death to the infidels!
BTW, sorry I missed your call last night, I was in class and everyone started giggling as we were going through a choreography and suddenly the Hobbiton theme began to play...
}:)