SLUGS

Back home we had the ant problem in the summer. Joe didn't like them but I could deal with it. On Saturday alone we had about 20 slugs in our home. Joe took out 10 and the rest committed suicide by slithering onto the salt I placed on the floor. I hate slugs. I think hate is an understatement. I fear and LOATHE them. Ever since I was 8 years old I've had a slug-phobia. I have nightmares of fields of slugs and having to cover myself in salt so they won’t even come close to me. I could not sleep knowing that the slugs were coming into our home, even though we had covered most of our entrance with salt, I still had thoughts of slugs creeping into our home. We didn’t go to bed until we had exhausted ourselves around 5am Sunday morning. After breakfast Sunday morning Joe and I rode to our nearby hardware store and bought some slug poison. Two bottles to be exact and some talcum powder (it kills them) to spread all over our shoes (our front entrance is where we keep our shoes).
When we arrived home Joe cleaned our entrance thoroughly (he found some slug eggs under our shoe rack). After cleaning it and inspecting our shoes he spread the poison all over the entrance and I put the powder in our shoes. Our entrance is slug proof. I HOPE. This morning when I was leaving for work, what do I see? A dead slug in our entrance. One made its way inside but didn't survive. I do feel bad having to kill them but there is no reasoning with them. I don't want them inside because they are icky and give me nightmares. I can't say I ever had this problem back home... I am so upset about it I am going to talk to my contracting organization. I have a strong suspicion that they might be in the apartment next door. It currently is unoccupied and if they easily made their way in ours they've made their way in that apartment too.
I can deal with Japan not having spicy food, I can deal with not understanding the writing, and I can even deal with not knowing how to order food at restaurants, I just can’t deal with the slugs. Well hopefully they won’t make their way inside anymore, otherwise I might have to pull out the big guns and get some sawdust, copper wire, sandpaper and lots and lots of salt.