Today, after soccer/karate/etc., I complained about slugs. I’ve been seeing trails all over the house, and then, last night when i went to the bathroom, I stepped on TWO of them. *ooogie ooogie ooogie ooogie ooogie oogie* Of course, what I actually said was, “I stepped on them. They were LODGED IN THE CREASES OF MY TOES!”
He said, “I haven’t seen them.”
“You haven’t seen the slugs?”
“The slug trails?”
“You say you have no idea that there are slugs everywhere and they come out to play at night?”
So about two minutes ago, I looked around the kitchen as I was writing (Katy’s all satisfied now) and there were TWO GREAT BIG UGLY SLUGS UNDER THE SINK. Mate was very unsympathetic. “Stop making noises and DO something about them!” (Can you imagine the noises I was making after prodding the mutant slimy body out of the crease of my little toe at 2:30 a.m.? I don’t scream, but I’m good at the disgusted whimper.)
“You do something about them! I killed the last two!”
So there! And so he did. And I’m feeling much better about my life, thank you very much!