boymonkey74
reply to post by winofiend
I agree with you, they will now infest your house and make millions of baby spiders.
I poured salt on a slug as a kid and to this day slugs haunt my dreams and make sure I step on them with no shoes or socks on.
Noooo!!!! Man, slugs are cool!
I had a bathroom full of the little buggers. They'd come out at night and party in the sink. I tell no lie, I'd go for a twinkle and they'd all
stretch upwards as if to either say "Hey there Wino!" or "HOOMAN, LETS ALL EVENTUALLY KILL IT!" and slowly reach out with theur suckers of doom,
antennas twitching in my general direction... it was mad.
I used to let them eat the tip of my finger. It tickles.. I say tickles.. I couldnt tell if it tickled or was about to actually really hurt. I've
never investigated the inside of a slugs gob, they mayhave razor sharp things in there...
Alas they seem to have vanished since I used an actual bleachy thing to wash the sink.
Snails on the other hand... those little bastards encased in their own crunchy abode that eat my plants and .. even tried to eat my cactus. They had
victory with my plants, but seem to have left the cactus alone. I have no mercy for them. I should have a beautiful tall thick trichocereus peruvianus
and instead I have a gnarled wobbly prickly stick, with a little pup on it's bum.
Hmm, but I do thank you for passing the mental imagery of stepping of the slimy little sods without shoes and socks. I did that to a cockroach once by
accident. The feeling of it popping under my foot, and .. like a massive pimple, it squirted and I felt the goo spurt out between my toes.
Yes, that remains something that festers in my gulliver.. and the worst thing, it didn't die but made a hasty escape to a corner where I'm sure it
pondered the meaning of existence from the point of view that now it's entire insides were outside and it was not actually dead.
that comes a close second to a time when I was opening a gate at a timber yard in the winter and it had been raining persistently, and little frogs
had infested everything... take a step, feel the roll. look down, see a contorted little green ball with legs jutting out attempting to hop, most
likely wondering why that leg was here and the other one back there.. and unable to actually perform said hop.. Oo poor bugger.
Ahhh thanks BM.. I tried to infect the OP with a dire scenario and instead now have a range of crap in my own head that serves me no good use...
hahaha.. that'll learn me !!