'Twas a dark and stormy night.
And Husband got up at 3 am to check on the gazebo. (What he would have done if it had been blown over I don't know.) He walked into the lounge in the dark and stepped on . . .
the slug!
It's now a squished and flushed away slug, and I'm hoping that will be the end of slug trails.
Unless he left a family behind . . .
15 comments:
Ych a fi! We had that here in the bathroom when we first moved in because the shower was leaking, all sorted now, we had a new bathroom.
I hope he wasn't barefoot!
That's one era I would be glad to see the back of. :-)
At least he had a happy life under your couch
He was!
And a long life.
I am. When Husband told me the neighbours must have heard my scream of delight!
There are a pain.
Farewell, sluggo, we hardly knew ye.
We knew ye too well!
He probably felt sluggish to begin with. 😊
A slug is also a derived measure of mass in the Imperial measure system since aboute 1900AD.
Dark and stormy knight? Like Othello? Actually the first line of an 1830s melodrame. But I forgot which.
Nothing worse than stepping on squishy things in the dark
Ewwww! I always wear something on my feet during the day. Not so much at night.
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