Is there any topic The Master hasn’t covered?
I can only recall seeing one slug in my life, in my mom’s front yard. It was a little tiny one; a pinch of salt took care of it. I believe if I’d seen something like hillbilly queen’s giant mutant slug I’d have had to go for a shotgun.
My sister stepped on a pidgeon. She heard it crunch.
On a visit to the Seattle area, I was in a camp shower washing my hair when I noticed something moving on the wall. It was a BIG honkin’ spider. Screw the shampoo, I came FLYING out of the shower stall, shrieking like a maniac. Fortunately, there was another woman in the bath area brushing her teeth, and she took pity on me, killed the spider, rinsed it down the drain and assured me that I was safe enough to rinse my hair. After my heart stopped pounding, I did so, then dried off, wrapped myself in my bathrobe and started walking barefoot back to my cabin. That’s when I stepped on the banana slug. Only somebody else has stepped on the banana slug before I did, so when I made foot contact, the banana slug was already inside out.
I will never visit the Pacific Northwest again.
My mom loves to tell people about how, when I was young, I’d spend time in my daycare center’s garden and eat the snails.
I was a weird kid. :dubious:
Ah, I thought this was going to be about the time he stepped on Mr. Signorino. I imagine that would also be an unpleasent experience.
Other Slug Memories…
My mom had flowers planted around our mailbox and bordered with red bricks. The bricks were stacked loosely. One day I was helping her relocate some of the bricks, (they were the type with 6 round holes going through them, not solid). I lifted a top brick… There were 6 fat slugs, sticking out of each hole in the brick below. They completely filled the holes. I threw the brick down ontop of them and it made an audible SQUIIISH.
When we first moved to our current house, they would crawl under the backdoor, into the kitchen. One night, I walked in and found one on the kitchen counter! I threw a handful of salt on it, and slug juice ran down the cabinets and puddled on the floor. The next day, the puddle, lifted up in one piece, but it took forever to get it off the cabinets.
You know what slug babies look like? Picture a pile of pale squirmy ovals, in a transparant pouch-like thing, dangling by a rope of thick snot. I could’ve lived the rest of my life, without seeing THAT, within inches of my face.
Slug! Slug! Ahhh, it’s a slug!
I was outside on the patio, smoking, drinking, eating potato chips and reading a novel. (Bliss.) In my nightgown and some sandals. (It was summer, and it was a granny gown.) I felt something on my inner thigh, just above my knee. Brushed at it absently, and kept reading, drinking, munching, and smoking. (Bliss.) Felt it again…higher up. Thought it was the nightie brushing against me. Stood up, drink in one hand, cigarette in another. (Lovely sight, I’m sure.) Still felt it. Put drink down, lifted gown.
Slug. Little slug, but slug nonetheless. It was oozing its way up my thigh, heading for…
:eek:
The dance I did, shuddering and shrieking with revulsion, to get that thing off me, will likely be a source of much amusement to any possible witnesses for years to come.
I do not like slugs.
And also, banana slugs are even worse. :eek:
God damn, I was about to go to bed, and then I decide to read this thread. You are all tainted, and now I am too.
Urgh… the vileness is overwhelming.
Okay, yeah, that’s definitely the worst thing I’ve ever heard.
For my part, I stepped on a snail barefoot once. It was especially traumatic for me, because snails are among my favourite critters. Poor guy.
~ Isaac
Nothing is worse than having a lizard drop on top of you.
shudder
Cold clammy feet. Clinging to your ears, while you struggle in shock, and it tail bouncing on your shoulder.
whimper
Tasty 
So, slugs come in the house? ISN’T THERE ANYTHING YOU CAN DO TO KEEP THEM AT BAY? They sound positively revolting.
You read it, you can’t un read it!
I have thought of starting a topic about a slug related topic for a while. A year or so ago someone I know IRL mentioned that they never see slugs any more. I hadn’t noticed it at the time, but realized that I hadn’t seen one in a long time, and haven’t seen one since then. They used to be fairly common to run across, and almost certain to see after rain, so now that I’m aware of it the absence is pretty glaring. Has there been some sort of slugpocalypse?
I slugged a zombie once, about 15 years ago.
I stepped on a snail this morning. Except for the crunch, there’s not much difference.
My cat Sullivan, the black menace is longhaired and cursed with long furry bloomers and a sassy tail, has brought home a slug incased in a web of sullyhair hanging off his bloomers like a booger. better that than an errant turd but he’s quite fastidious in that regard, however he found a moist patch of grass outside and got slugged.
When we were kids, going barefoot all summer long was expected. In the evenings, when it was time to go home, you’d frquently hear a crunch-scream-wipewipewipe as we walked across the lawns.
You knew when somebody stepped on a snail, barefoot.
I certainly stepped on my share. (mentally doing the wipewipewipe)
~VOW
Stepping on a huge red wiggler earthworm is nearly as gross.
:eek: