A Little Bit Sluggish.

I was cleaning my broccoli... no that's not a metaphor, I was cleaning actual broccoli as I was going to eat it for dinner. During the cleaning process I spotted something that looked suspicious and, wondering what the hell it was, I investigated..... by poking it. The thing I had spotted was gray and kind of slimey, and moved when I had unceremoniously poked it, so my investigation had lead me to a conclusion. This was a slug.

I had a conundrum.

This little slug, actually it was quite large as far as slugs go, was enjoying it's dinner so much that it had fought it's way through all of the supermarket's screening processes to continue eating it, but in doing so it had ended up in my broccoli, and in my sink. The little bugger had also ended up ruining my dinner because I really wanted broccoli, I had a broccoli craving and you don't get in the way of a woman and her cravings. This may be a slug, but I thought that was common knowledge amongst any species.

Despite my annoyance at this slimey slug-bugger, I wasn't going to kill it for doing what came naturally to it, so I threw the broccoli with the slug over the garden fence.

Then ate salad instead.


Moral of this story? Slug-buggers are slippery. Check your veg. Amen.