May 9, 2011*
You know how dogs sometimes fetch the newspaper? Apparently, so do slugs. What to do? What to do? I ran inside grabbed my iPhone and snapped my daily slug shot.
“Bob, you know that slug I’ve been telling you about? It’s on our newspaper. Come see!”
“Remove the plastic wrapper, wrap it around the slug and throw it in the garbage,” he said and sipped his coffee.
“I can’t. I can’t just kill it. It’s a little being. It’s my slug. ”
“What do you mean your slug?” he said.
“Please come look.” I grabbed his hand pulled him out the front door. The slug had moved off the paper.
“Hmmm. What kind of slug is it?” Bob asked.
“I don’t know. A giant green dalmatian slug?”
We grabbed the paper and went back into the house. Later that day, I peered into the pot again: The slug was back inside snoozing. It came and went as it pleased. Could it actually live in the pot? That implied thought and choice. Slugs don’t have brains do they?
What the Slug Says!
I’ve got to stop carousing with the gang. Last night we were having so much fun I lost track of the time and got home late again. This morning the pinkies caught me reading the paper. What is their fascination with me, anyway? Even the shiny-top pinky gawked this morning. Move along. Move along. There’s nothing to see here.
Anyway, the air was tense. They make me nervous. After they left, I got off the paper and headed back home. From now on, I’ll get back sooner. It’s time to grow up and act like an adult.
*Note: will post until we catch up to current date then will post daily slug pot report – it gets better. )