Well, I think me and Ruth saw some snails with shells & some slugs in those pictures. Me and Ruth are going to burn them critters to hell and come back.
I got the Zippo Ruth, fill that bottle up and stick a rag in it and I'm throwin one of then Ole Malatov cocktails at em! Don't talk me out of it Ruth! It's National Security and BB's yard is under attack. He's one of then NATO Allies & if he declared war, we are a going to war!
Slowgro! Go get them bayonets, start shoveling us a mote.
BB get the glass!
Trichs! BB ain't got poop stompers, he's an Enlish chap, start stomping on that glass!
Charge! Kill, kill, kill!