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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I just stepped on a slug in my garage. I didn’t even know there were slugs here. I had socks and no shoes on. Those are the only socks I can wear with my combat boots…and I can’t wash them because the washing machine broke, which BTW is what I was checking on when I happened to crunch upon same slug.

Goddamnit. I have no clean socks, one sock with slug juice on it, I only have one pair of jeans and one pair of slacks which vaguely fit me (they’re still huge on me), I can’t afford new clothes (even at the thrift store), I can’t find the slacks, I’m wearing the jeans and I just spilled egg-cheese-salsa burrito juice on them.

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It was crunchy ? That’s just nasty :eek:

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By the way , sorry about the no clean socks. That’s some third world shit right there .

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They do have coin-operated laundro-mats these days. You can also handwash using soap, your sink or tub, and then air-dry, or use a dryer…

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A drive by…

The thread title coupled with the OP’s name evoke an image all their own.

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I touched a slug by accident when I was four. It was in the bottom of my kiddie pool and it looked like a leaf, so I reached in and EEEWWW SLUG!!! I ran inside and washed my hands for the rest of the day.

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As it died, you could hear the small words echoing…“the signorino family will avenge my death!..”

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You got off easy. When I stepped on one, it was with bare feet!

I think I can say with some certainty that if I were presented with the choice, I’d rather step in shit than on a slug. There’s just something about that horrible* popping *that makes me gag.

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I spent my childhood in mortal terror of stepping on one of the six-inch banana slugs that live in the Pacific Northwest. I’m not sure if I ever actually stepped on one or not; if I did, the experience was clearly so traumatic I blocked it from my memory. But my revulsion with slugs has not lessened in the ensuing years. Is there anyone who actually isn’t grossed out by them?

And I second the vote for handwashing and hanging to dry…

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Waitaminnit. It crunched or it squished? Are we talking snail or slug?

Snails crunch. But then they squish if you step on 'em again.

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Cheer up, it could have been dog crap, then it would really be eeew!

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I know your pain. I stepped on a tomato worm once…in bare feet…in my kitchen. As the green goo was squishing between my toes, I thought I might hurl. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww.

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I’m not grossed out by them. As a rule. In fact I think bananna slugs are pretty neat.

That said, I would be grossed out if I stepped on one with my bare feet.

  • Tamerlane
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As I might expect, in that I’ve never seen a shoe-wearing gastropod. :wink:

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At least you didn’t accidentally lick one.

(And yes that felt exactly how one would expect it to. Where’s the pukey smiley when you need it?)

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Hey, in some countries foot-crushed slugs are a delicacy. I believe there was even an I Love Lucy episode about that.

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I really don’t think I want to, but I must: How on earth does one accidentally lick a slug?

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When I lived in Germany, there was often a lot of large orange slugs that looked like orange peels out on the farmer’s roads between the villages. I used to horseback ride, and whenever we went to the stable we had to meander around slugs all over the paths, and seeing some clipped in half by horse hooves just creeped me out entirely! At least snail shells are kind of pretty - slugs have nothing nice about them at all!

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Ew! I hate stepping on a slug, and it’s happened more than once. Always while I’ve been wearing shoes, thank goodness. But…

I was sitting out in the back yard once, on a summer night, and while wearing a nightgown. (Hey, it was private.) As I recall, I had a drink, a book, potato chips and cigarettes, and I was having a lovely, lovely time.

Until I felt something tickle my inner thigh, just above my knee. Brush it, read, sip, puff, brush, read, sip, puff, nibble, read. Tickly nightgown, I thought. Brush again, sip, read, brush, and hm… Lift up nightie and peer–

SLUG CRAWLING UP MY INNER THIGH! :eek:

It was a small slug, but it was a SLUG. A dance of dubious quality, but much hilarity if someone had been observing, ensued. Cigarette in one hand, other flailing at my thigh, I danced and flung that slug off. You know that touch–you don’t want to touch it, but you have to touch it, to remove it.

All in my nightgown.

I hate slugs. I hate, hate slugs. They look like a cross between phlegm and shit, and they move. Or ooze.

All of nature’s creations have their place, but slugs… I’m not so sure about.

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I was at an outdoor party eating something and put my spoon down on the table. When I put it back in my mouth I felt this horrible squishy slimey thing! :eek: Seems a slug had oozed it’s way onto my spoon and it being dark out I hadn’t even noticed. Ugh ugh! It took hours for the residue of the slime to go away.