I should be thrilled that the Pacific Northwest is experiencing a mild winter, but I miss banana slugs. [Cue the violins.] Apparently the inconsiderate little jerks hibernate in the winter.
I have no idea when they will come out of their selfish stupor, but since one of their favorite repasts is Trillium and it blossoms in late March, I assume that’s when the big guys will emerge to once again terrorize the forest.
Until then I must amuse myself with invasive slugs, like this this fairly large, (3 inches long) non-banana slug I saw on yesterday’s slugfari. (By the way the fern pot on the front porch still contains baby slugs whom are regularly fed their favorite lettuce.)