I used to salt slugs as a kid. In Georgia we get them in the summer time, so all the neighborhood kids would get together at night and go slug hunting. The girls would have the salt shakers and kill them and the boys came along behind us and picked them up and stuck them in a bucket. (Why they thought this was necessary, rather than just letting them shrivel and die, I still don't know to this day . . . little boys can be gross; that's the only reason I could ever think of, lol.) Good times, good times.
They are really gross, though . . . . I'm with you there. Maybe God sneezed during one of the days of creation . . . probably while making pepper.