Aarrhhh ! Snails – those detestable slimy creatures. In the kampong where I spent my childhood, these were everywhere. Not contented with the freedom they had roaming in the open, they often made stealthy incursions into the house – leaving behind tell-tale tracks that shimmered against light.
Such flagrant violations of sovereignty of home space had to be decisively dealt with.
Upon sighting of these trails, we would track down the invaders and catch them, and put them into a pail. Found guilty, they were sentenced to chemical execution using a handful of Sodium Chloride. I thought I heard them sing, “Killing Me Softly With His Salt”…as they fizzled out and finally dissolved away. Justice melodiously meted out!
But they never learned – and more kept coming, alas. Very geram, so needed more garam.