The morbid adventures of Minge: Slug

Thursday, April 27, 2006

I just went out for my last fag of the night and saw a slug on the ground.

I put salt on it.

Now I feel incredibly guilty.

Voix said...: He was a good slug. He slimed the garden regularly in its sluggy fashion, munching the leaves of the petunias and leaving snot trails in his wake. You could always see where he had been by the glistening paths on the sidewalk, shimmering in the sunlight.

Oh garden slug! You shall be sorely missed. Now that you've bubbled and burbled to your end while covered in the crystalline grains of death, we shall mourn you.

Farewell, dear slug.

Fare well.; 1:13 pm
Minge said...: That was magical, Michèle, magical.; 1:55 pm
sinner said...: if you want them to die happy fill a saucer with beer. they'll crawl in, get drunk, and drown.; 7:52 pm
Alan Fisher said...: michele... I hate snottery, wishy-washy sentiments but I thought your comment was excellent.... more please!; 8:18 pm
Minge said...: Does it have to be real ale?; 9:41 pm
sinner said...: I don't think so. If I WERE a beer drinker I doubt I'd waste on slugs. Since I'm American I prefer to shoot them with guns guns guns guns guns guns!!! LOL; 10:55 pm
Minge said...: It's ok, as long as it's a spud gun.; 11:50 pm