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If all the snails and slugs have to be counted and tracked how are we going to keep the count accurate?
I mean, every snail and slug looks pretty much the same to me and probably to most other people, too. How will we know that we haven't missed a few or counted the same ones more than once?
Will we have to tag each individual slug with a number? Put a little brand mark on the snail's shell? Color-coded spray paint? Bar codes? Will we have to identify slug family groups and special snail breeding areas? How would you tag a slug, anyway? Maybe implant a chip like they do with dogs or prize cattle?
And how about tracking devices? We have to establish what their range is in order to prohibit disturbance to their habitat. The transmitters would have to be really really small and keeping them on the slugs might be a problem. I vote for thumbtacks but it might not be a popular choice.
I see a whole new industry arising from this. Instead of going to the woods with my saws, tools, and big yellow machinery I could downsize and just carry a little note pad, a bar code reader, some spray paint, and several itty bitty tracking devices. And some really tiny batteries. I could sell my pickup and buy a Prius. I could wear sandals instead of Wescos. I could throw away all my white Ox gloves and invest in some super-soft moleskin ones. I wouldn't need stagged off jeans and 'spenders anymore... they might mark me as a former logger and send some of the Slug Accountability Team into raging hissy fits. I could sleep late every morning...no need to rush out there, the snails aren't going anywhere. And since slugs and snails reproduce we'd have a new sustainable resource to keep track of. Instead of charting tree growth I could keep track of snail morbidity. I wouldn't have to hang around the saw shop anymore either. Instead, I could go to a fern bar with my co-workers and we could tell each other stories about wrangling slugs..."yup he was a tough little guy, damn near three inches long and feisty as hell. I had to chase him for over a yard. He almost got away a couple of times but I managed to over power him and get the bar code pasted on his slimy little hide. Hey barkeep...another round of those drinks with the fruit stuck to the rim of the glass and little umbrellas in them please."
Or, on second thought, if someone asked me what I did for a living I'd probably tell them I was third assistant lump skimmer down at the sewer plant. More prestige.