Sunday, July 17, 2011

Slugs


***post-bath update: just a little tip, should the need arise- soap, water and a washcloth will not remove slug slime. A nice, thick, baking soda paste, however, is quite effective.

Oh, you guys are seriously not going to believe this one. I will just shoot you straight, right from the beginning. Every word that follows is completely, 100% true.

This afternoon, we made a short trip to a trail system near the house so I could run (I know, I know, but it's true, I swear). Lloyd got on the phone, the boys started poking around, like they do, and I took off as fast as I could go. Not very fast, sure, but I was around the corner and out of sight in a matter of seconds. Fine, five minutes. OKAY? The path is kind of a funky little system with levee trails on both sides of a slough, and some crossovers. I got a little turned around and as a result, didn't see them again for about a half hour. When I finally made my way all the way around and spotted them again, there was something not quite right. Lloyd was still on the phone, natch, and Weston had a shoelace tied around his hips.

Me: Weston, why is that shoelace tied around your pants?
Weston: So the slugs can't get out of my pockets!

Clever, true, I have to give him that one. Not sure that would have occurred to me. I looked a little closer, and saw that both the boys had their hands full of brown, medium sized slugs, and a couple were sliming their way out of Shane's shirt.

When we got back to the car, we made them strip down and put their bounty into a cup. Turns out, Shane even had his transformer underwear packed full of the vile little creatures. We threw his shirt away and made him stick his hands in his pockets for the ride home, and then we force-marched them straight into the tub. But not before taking a picture of them with the disgusting mucous-ridden fruits of their labor, so enjoy! Note Shane's belly; it has remnants of paper on it because we stuck a coloring book over the glistening trails on his abdomen to avoid mucking up his seatbelt.


Have a happy Sunday! I'll be laying on the couch, sucking down beers and trying to quell the nausea.

5 comments:

Jennifer McNeely said...

ummm
need i say anything... REALLY?
We can just forget about a small comment made by you yesterday on FB about my children....

Brad, Brooke, Abigayle, Rebekah and Indy said...

Wow. That had me laughing quite hard. I find it impressive that they touch slugs. If there is so much as a gnat around my girls, the neighbors hear the screaming! I guess I should look at the bright side of my situation...it definitely leaves me with more time to drink beer! :)

Helen said...

I have a slug story too. Let's just say I have no idea where they got to.

C Mike said...

If you're an organic gardener you know that slugs and beer go together like....slugs and beer.

Swistle said...

I. I just. I can't even. Because that's just. OMG.