This morning's drama
Dec. 4th, 2006 08:26 amI got up this morning, performed my ablutions, made sure that the world hadn't ended (ie, listened to the news), made breakfast, woke HWMBO up, and started on my toast and coffee.
HWMBO came downstairs, entered the kitchen, and screamed "A snail!" There was a very long sinuous slug on the kitchen countertop.
Now when I started making breakfast I folded up the rag that we use to wipe the countertop, and saw a trail across it, but of course didn't believe it was a slug or a snail--how could such a thing get into our kitchen when we hadn't had the door open for ages. I just thought it was some artifact of the last time we wiped the counter, and thought no more about it.
I thought of putting salt on it, but HWMBO would have been even more squicked out by what happens to slugs when you salt 'em. I didn't think of taking a picture beforehand, drat. I opened the back door, took a piece of cardboard, scooped up the slug and slung it into the garden.
Compared to the slug, the rest of the day ought to be fairly sedate.
HWMBO came downstairs, entered the kitchen, and screamed "A snail!" There was a very long sinuous slug on the kitchen countertop.
Now when I started making breakfast I folded up the rag that we use to wipe the countertop, and saw a trail across it, but of course didn't believe it was a slug or a snail--how could such a thing get into our kitchen when we hadn't had the door open for ages. I just thought it was some artifact of the last time we wiped the counter, and thought no more about it.
I thought of putting salt on it, but HWMBO would have been even more squicked out by what happens to slugs when you salt 'em. I didn't think of taking a picture beforehand, drat. I opened the back door, took a piece of cardboard, scooped up the slug and slung it into the garden.
Compared to the slug, the rest of the day ought to be fairly sedate.