RDP Thursday: Slippery

4 cool slugs

It has been a super year for snails. Why? because I saw only one snail throughout the summer. They stayed away. I am sure there must be hundreds, if not thousands or more, eggs all waiting in the underground to be immersed in a deluge, if it rains. Yes they will arrive everywhere popping out of their eggs, meet another snail, sit down comfortably together and do what all snails do.

Two slugs mating

They do not even have to go and look for a mate, because they are all their own mates. Male and female? forget it, they have a super system, who needs one when they are all male and female. If you see two together wrapped around each other, no need to get all sloppy and romantic and tell the kids not to look. They can do it just like that, they do not even care, they have their own built-in self preserving system.

But this year was a hot sunny summer and no problems, the snails stayed where they were. I did not use one snail corn to kill them, although I must admit I had a small accident and the box fell out of the garden cupboard spilling the contents everywhere. Of course you can sprinkle salt over them, and then you have a slimy melting of snails due to a chemical reaction.

I eventually gave up with such methods of extermination, give them an apple to feed on and then throw the apple with the snails in the neighbour’s garden, or just pick them up and throw them as far as possible. They look slimy, but actually they are quite sticky. And if it rains, well they seem to appear from nowhere. In english I suppose these would be called slugs, but the german language has just one word for slug or snail, whether they have  house on their back or not.

RDP Thursday: Slippery

RDP Thursday: Oasis

Outside Marrakesh

I needed to find my oasis, and a sheikh I wanted to gain
There were none in my country, and so I took a plane
Landing in a desert on a sunny hot strip of sand
I only saw one camel in the middle of this land
I travelled on with a tourist bus and then I had to hike
The camel had disappeared and the natives rode a bike
The sheikh was wearing blue jeans and talking on his phone
He was munching on a big mac and sitting on a stone
He looked in my direction and said he would show me around
“Do you need a hotel, or prefer a camping ground?”
I already had a hotel, but wanted to see the sights
He took me to the local bar with all its gaudy lights
I thought I might see Arabian girls dancing with their veils
But all I saw were disco queens with highly painted nails
Things have changed throughout the years, oasis was the local club
There were no romantic Arabian nights, and the palm tree was a shrub
He had such wonderful big brown eyes and a very sexy voice
We wined and dined and I paid the bill, I really had no choice
I decided it was time to go, this really was not my thing
After a week of being at home I heard the doorbell ring
My sheikh was standing at the door, was really on the lurk
He told me the tourists were no more and wanted to find some work
He is now at home in my oasis living a comfortable life
I remembered his wonderful big brown eyes, and now I am his wife

Me in Marrakesh

RDP Thursday: Oasis