We have a mat behind our kitchen door. For several months, each morning, we've got up to a slug trail around the mat. It never seemed to go beyond that and, of late, since Harvey's demise, we've hardly noticed it at all. I concluded that Sluggy had only been coming to visit his buddy and could imagine them -Sluggy, sitting on the edge of the rug, and Harvs lying, on his bed -putting the world to rights and wondering why humans were in charge when they were obviously making a mess of it.
Then the other night Elder Son and Daughter-in-law, who were staying, were getting ready for bed and about to turn off the kitchen light when they spotted a head slipping in under the back door.
Knowing my fondness for quirky photos to place on my blog, Elder Son rushed to get my camera and this is what he caught. Our late night visitor hasn't stopped calling at all. Maybe he just pops in occasionally to see if his buddy's returned yet.