The other night, we were sitting on our porch when this
little guy came to say hello. I thought that I recalled my mom collecting slugs from her garden with a shallow cup of beer. Thinking that slugs liked beer (and wouldn’t mind getting a little buzz on), I told Lynn to share hers with our new friend. Pretty soon, he started to swell up and stopped moving. We weren’t sure if he was drunk or dying, so I googled it. Well it turns out my mom DID use beer to catch slugs…to kill them! This guy was a goner 😦
Not too long after, a bunch of slugs invaded our space, my interest in them faded, and Lynn started getting freaked out, so we moved inside. Please observe a moment of silence for the death of our dear slug friend.