Too Close for Comfort

This morning, I was making breakfast, and I grabbed the dishcloth to wash off the table, when I saw something weird that sort of resembled a pickle on the dishrag, and I thought to myself, briefly, "that's odd because we don't have any pickles; what kind of weird trick did Mike play on me before going to work?"

And then the pickle moved. Which caused me to scream, a little bit, and throw the dishrag into the sink.

I was semi-okay with the existence of slugs out here as long as they stayed where they belong, which frankly I am certain is NOT in my kitchen sink. The banana slugs might be sort of novel, but even those can stay out of my house!

I took a couple pictures so you could share my joy with me. I call this piece "Slugs are Disgusting and Need to Stay Out of My Sink." Enjoy:




P.S. Since we are in a sharing mood, when I carried the thing outside on the dishrag it was oozing everywhere and I thought it was going to drip on me or the carpet! So disgusting.