Our house in Beaverton was slug headquarters. Between Miss G's doggy door and the low-grade seal on the garage door, I'd find these disgusting creatures on the Pergo at least once a week. Gross! WELL. While taking Miss G out last night before bed, I had my first slug sighting. I discovered this filthy beast sliming his way across my deck. UNACCEPTABLE.
The only sort of slug I had expected to find in Idaho was the kind fer yer shotgun. Hmph.
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