Someone told me if you lick a banana slug, it will make your tongue go numb. I always wanted to try it, but the nastiness outweighed that desire.
I ran from the police. The reason why isn't important. It was dumb. I cut through the woods with two friends and scaled a ten foot fence. I fell and landed on a slug. I felt remorse for it. I was wearing a green hoodie that belonged to my friend. It was slimy after.
At university I learned that the maximum recorded speed of a slug is 0.064 mph. Tuition dollars at work.
There is an old man who used to hunt slugs in the dark. He scoured the walkways with a bucket of saltwater and a device to pick them up. He counted them. It was late.
A boy made me cry once. It was dramatic. I bawled my eyes out on the floor next to a slug. I didn't even care.
Fernando bought copper tape to surround the base of her cabin because she finds slugs in her closet.
I like watching slugs, they're peaceful. Their eyes are mesmerizing when they move in and out or wave around. The slime is majestic and reminds me of Saran wrap.
4 comments:
Actually, he picked them up with his fingers, and he went all through the gardens with his flashlight.
I didn't sat anything bad there...
I was just trying out the trash-can button. This is all so new to me.
Ahhh, perfect! One of my favourite bits of imagery.
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