We being gardeners, kind, and squeamish, we pick them up with a trowel, put them in a tin, and take them, about half a kilogram at a time, for a long walk through the woods.
Slugs and snails are said to lose their sense of direction after twenty metres or so, but we take them a lot further just to make sure.
And I'm very glad to see the back of them, too.
I don't like slugs, but what are you squeamish about? Mud? That lettuce you bought with such good intentions a month ago but which has now turned into something lurking darkly and slimily at the bottom of the fridge?
Snot? Dribble? Poo?
Well, they're mostly sensible things to avoid, if possible. Yes, squeamishness is really rather clever, once you come to think about it. Isn't it.
slug feasting on hare droppings. Photo: Des Colhoun