[QUOTE=Savannah]
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.
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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.
[QUOTE=Mama Tiger]
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.
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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
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.
[QUOTE=fetus]
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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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.
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.