As Alfred Lord Tennyson said; ’In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love’, so it was that on a cold and blustery afternoon Belle saw a special little something that she couldn’t resist as it made her think of me. Sighhhh, I am so flattered.
You’re thinking it’s something sweet smelling, right? Something bright and colourful, and lovely? Something you would want to stick on your wall, or cuddle, or send to a friend who has been blighted with a fit of the doldrums or possibly an elongated toe nail that has gone a funny kind of shape but cannot be touched as its owner has a fear of scissors and toenail clippers.
Well, it was this…
(Funnily enough I was actually wearing that ensemble when we went to Stratford, but my hair was loose as that style gives me a migraine, it takes so many pins. Tsk.)
Now, any of you who’ve been visiting my little corner of blogland for a while will be aware of my, erm, relationship with the slimy oozy disgusting little gits creatures. If you’re new, hi, nice to meet you, and now click the ’slug’ category and you’ll understand why some people see a squidgy, germ ridden, plant munching naked snail and think of me. You won’t be disappointed. Well ok, you might, unless you like the idea of someone being harassed by slugs.
The next day I placed the card proudly on my fireplace for all to see, then got myself dolled up and went out for a girlie night.
It seems however, that certain members of the gastropod community saw the words ‘It’s either me or the slugs’ as a bit of a challenge, a throwing down of the gauntlet except without the glove slapping, as when I arrived home at midnight I was met with this;
Oh, and when I said nine, I meant thirteen, yes that’s thirteen little baby slugs using my kitchen floor as some kind of slug disco.
Bugger.
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October 29th, 2008 at 8:08 pm
WTF?! Why do the slugs love your floor, Jo?!!!
I would freak. ICK!
(But the card is hilarious!)
October 29th, 2008 at 8:09 pm
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
That’s awful. I hope you salted them all. Bleurgh.
(also, you have a terribly cute voice
)
October 29th, 2008 at 9:09 pm
Yeurgh! Have you talked to the neighbours at all? Is it a widespread problem or is it a conspiracy or what?
Gah!
Sorry Jo…I know how you hate ‘em.
October 30th, 2008 at 12:23 am
You should just pick them up and cook them in some garlic and butter. They’ll be mighty tasty, although I do wonder where they are coming from? In case you want to have some more, I mean.
October 30th, 2008 at 3:03 am
Sybil, I should maybe clean it more??
No, what I really think they love is that they have this safe haven under the washer and behind the tumble drier that I can’t get at because they’re in built in cupboards, and they have their own little back door in the form of a tumbledrier vent. Bleh.
Thalia’s child, they are gross. And thanks. I always think my voice sounds posher than it is when I do recordings. It must be like a telephone voice thing or something.
Kim, I think it’s due to our extension being a bit poorly thought out. (We didn’t build it.) I’m wondering if it’s built over an ancient slug burial ground or something. ;D
Irene noooooooooooo. And I think they’re coming from that tumbledrier vent.
October 30th, 2008 at 3:51 am
ok, that card totally rocks but those slugs, they do not rock. Beer them! Beer them!
October 30th, 2008 at 4:09 am
Huge slugs invade Scabby the cat’s food bowl but that’s outside and they never venture inside.
P.S. Your tiled floor is just like ours.
October 30th, 2008 at 11:01 am
*sigh* I am soooo good to you
October 30th, 2008 at 12:12 pm
eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww…. what the flock are they doing in your kitchen .. is this the UK version of a cockaroach? UGH
October 30th, 2008 at 3:05 pm
ohhhhhhhhhh no! that is icky! I really wish you could find a good solution for those darn buggers! argh! I’m mad for you! those slug bastard! LOL
October 30th, 2008 at 5:34 pm
Ack! My mom has a slug phobia. She would die.
October 31st, 2008 at 12:15 pm
I knew something separaetd you from the rest of us – it’s slugs sandy