imy.

Today I was on set filming

for some production.

While the crew was running around,

I stopped to find a little slug that managed

to make its way on top of a tub of pretzels. 

I put my pinky finger out for him to crawl on

and it was the weirdest feeling!

It felt like someone with a mouth the size of a

toothpick was giving me a hickey. 

I pulled my pinky away for a moment

and found that the slug was going bananas

in search of my skin. 

He was completely stretched upwards

with his extended tentacles moving

like crazy trying to feel for my finger.

I put my pinky back on him, he immediately 

clasped on, and began making his way

up my finger. 

That was fun. 

But then, another slug came along 

later in the night. 

We were sitting on a concrete flower bed

and found a little slug squirming about.

I told my friend "I want to show you something"!

because I was convinced the first slug 

gave me slug-senses. 

So I went to show him the other slug

that was hanging out with me

until I returned to the concrete spot and

someone was sitting there!

I said, "Oh no, where is it!?"

"Where's what?"

"The slug!"

 he stood up and right there in the 

middle of his butt was the little slug

squashed into his jeans. 

Poor fellow.

It sucks to loose one of your own kind.