That sound exactly like the dance of horror I did when I discovered a leech on my leg that I had apparently picked up hacking back the growth in our back yard in Louisiana. I shrieked and spun in frantic circles, but unlike you I was lucky enough to have my entire family witness me. It took far longer than it should have to remove the leech than it should have because (a) I was dancing so frantically and (b) the family was laughing so hard they couldn’t move.
Eww. Leeches!
Picture it. Seattle the Marco Polo motel 1982. An unwitting woman who has never seen a slug before decides to run out of her room, barefoot and without her glasses, to get the newspapers. Three steps and then “pop” slime squishing between the toes. A feeling of revoltion washes over her she tries to limp to the bathroom without touching the carpet. Once in the bathroom she washes her foot for more than an hour, the feeling won’t wash off. I still have nightmares about it sometimes.
Oh! and burn the socks, I never could get the slug juice out of those pants
My family visited relatives in Seattle in 1962, for the World’s Fair. I was walking barefoot by their pool when I stepped on a slug.
I’d been raving about Seattle --no flies, no mosquitoes, is this heaven? What a great place!
I didn’t feel so bad when we had to go back to slug-free Iowa.
One time I was working in the yard, trying to pull this one large weed out of the ground. It wouldn’t come out so I started digging my hands in the dirt around the base. I got my hand in what I assume was a bunch of slug goo. Maybe a slug has just laid eggs there or something?
Anyway, it didn’t freak me out or anything. I just went to the sink to wash it off. Uh-uh. That stuff doesn’t come off. I scrubbed and scrubbed but was stuck with that slippery slime-coat on my hand the rest of the day.
I assume some scientists somewhere must be studying slug-slime, because it’s got some pretty cool properties.
You are really down and out my friend. First you have nothing to wear, then that whole slug thing, then you have to eat egg cheese salsa burrito? It’s just too much! If you can find someone to mail your laundry to me I will wash it. I’ll also tuck some proper food into the pants pockets before mailing them back.
P.S. ewwwwwwww!
Ready for this? I had some frozen raspberries, thawed them over yogurt. Mixed it all together, and was happily eating the yogurt & raspberries.
Hmmm…this texture. Doesn’t feel like a raspberry.
Yup - slug.
Susan
I wasn’t ready for that.
“Proper food”? You’re kidding, right? I don’t know what you guys eat up there, but count me out.