attack of the mutant slugs!!!
i don't know what it is with me and slugs this year, but i have seen far too many for one month. Last night at work i was sent outside to pick up the spray painted shoes off the lawn. It is a good thing it was me, and not laura, the other stitcher that was holding the locked door for me, because when i went to pick them up, they were surrounded by the biggest slugs i have ever seen in my life-and one average sized one. They weren't as prevalent, or brightly colored as the last encounter, but they were a million times bigger. I don't know where they came from, i was in the city. Maybe it is all the spray painting that we do there that have given them some weird genetic cancer that made them grow to 8 inches in length and an 1-2 inches wide. They might have been an alien race capable of communicating across galaxies with there exaggerated antennae. They seemed to have been drawn to it like some bright yellow aerosol crack. They weren't just surrounding the area, two were in one of the shoes. One i was able to get off easily, but the the other wouldn't come out of it's new home. It was the slimiest most juicy thing that i have ever touched, and i wasn't interested in touching it more, so i went back to the door with the mucous encrusted shoes and the fugitive in hand. When i got back to the door and asked laura for one of the fliers on the table to dislodge the slug with, she freked out and screamed. it was really funny. and then she was like you touched it? gross, here try this. I tried to use the words of jesus to dislodge the fleshy invertebrate--the costume shop is located on the third floor of a church. Even his biblical brine wasn't enough yo budge the buggar, he must have had on his spike shoes that day, so i brought them upstairs with the slug inside and proceed to the shop. Once inside i went straight to the trash and slammed the shoe several times on the side of the can. Haha, the shoes were finally under my control again, but the rest of the people in the shop were giving me questioning looks and comments. I simply said, i was getting rid of the slug, he was really big. They then proceeded to freak out and one girl had to leave the room. Then we decided that no matter what, we don't tell the actress-we would paint new shoes-winkwink. The shoes were cleaned of their sparkling, secreted trails with a box of baby wipes, the others in the shop decided that it was karmic--you give the dressers and costumers a hard time and are a bitch, you face the wrath of the mutant shoe eating slugs.