The other night I was following my sad routine of sitting on sofa with laptop where it was designed to be - my lap.
After many hours of surfing I decided it was time I went to bed. I headed towards the kitchen to take a dirty mug out there and it felt like some water had fallen onto my skirt or leg. I thought I must have been careless with the way I carried the mug but as I moved a bit further it felt like I'd spilt some more.
I looked down and saw a mark on my skirt and I recognised the mark. I moved the skirt (a long flowy skirt) around to get a closer look.
I screamed, because on the hem of the skirt was a disgusting slug. I've mentioned before we have an indoor slug problem because our house is so old with gaps everywhere.
I took the skirt off immediately and moved the slug and threw it outside and was nearly sick.
I hate slugs. They are disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.
After many hours of surfing I decided it was time I went to bed. I headed towards the kitchen to take a dirty mug out there and it felt like some water had fallen onto my skirt or leg. I thought I must have been careless with the way I carried the mug but as I moved a bit further it felt like I'd spilt some more.
I looked down and saw a mark on my skirt and I recognised the mark. I moved the skirt (a long flowy skirt) around to get a closer look.
I screamed, because on the hem of the skirt was a disgusting slug. I've mentioned before we have an indoor slug problem because our house is so old with gaps everywhere.
I took the skirt off immediately and moved the slug and threw it outside and was nearly sick.
I hate slugs. They are disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.
2 comments:
Just found your blog today. You have some cool, intersting stuff. I will be back often..
Peace - John
Amazed that slug infestation floated your boat.
What's the expression - different strokes for different folks.
That sounds rude all of a sudden.
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