There were trillions of slugs on the streets of Weston this morning. On the short walk to work, I made many observations on the slimy creatures.
Most of the slugs were dead, with their guts spawn across the pavement. The fatal injury was probably caused by a bird’s beak, but most likely, the foot of a person, not looking where they are going, while walking to work. It was a gruesome sight and reminded me of the Normany Beach scene from Saving Private Ryan.
My second observation was that slugs are cannibals. Surrounding most of the dead slugs, were other slugs, gorging on the bowels and organs of their dead and dying relatives.
Observation number three, is that in today’s society, where we are all part of the ‘Health and Safety Gone Mad Brigade’, these slugs are a real issue. A danger. If someone were to slip on one of these things, they could break their leg, or worse, die. You’ll get no sympathy, either. Imagine going to A&E, with a broken arm. They ask how you hurt yourself. “I slipped on a slug”. That’s even more pathetic than a banana skin. You would be laughed at.
My fourth and final observation is, unlike snails, you can’t even eat slugs. Somebody must have tried, which is pretty disgusting in all honesty.
You may have seen the video doing the rounds on the internet about a boy being attacked by a dog, only to be saved by some crazy cat. If you haven’t watched it yet, it’s here.
It looks liked this isn’t the only case of a mad cat. They seem pretty fucked up animals, which you wouldn’t want to mess with. Whoever came up with the theory that dogs chase cats was a liar – it’s an urban myth! Here’s the evidence….
I’m sure you’re all desperate for an update on the dead squirrel I saw yesterday, while on my travels… Breaking news: It has gone! There is no trace of it. No blood, no guts, no fur – nothing! This leaves me with the conclusion that the body has either been…
- Eaten by something. Probably a fox or maybe a drunkard. Possibly a drunk fox.
- Had a funeral and been buried or cremated
- Stolen and turned into a takeaway by the curry house, which has recently opened down the road
If it is the latter option and you’re having a curry for your tea tonight – enjoy!
Spotted while exploring the woodland surrounding our office.
Can we all take a minute from our busy lives to remember the life of Mr. Nuts… or Miss. Berry (I didn’t check underneath)
I want a pet rabbit. I have wanted one for some some. Sadly, I won’t be getting one. Claire has forbid it and besides which, the landlord won’t let us have pets.
Last night, I watched a program which scared me a little – The Hoarder Next Door. I was worried it was a vision of my future!
A woman lived at home with her long suffering husband and 31, yes THIRTY ONE, rabbits! She was so attached to her animals, that she kept the carcass of one of her recently deceased rabbits in the freezer, along with a box containing its fur and last piece of shit.
I’ve decided I will not become this woman. I’ll never have 31 rabbits, I’ll never keep dead animals in the freezer or their droppings in a box.
I still want a rabbit. If Claire and the landlord ever give into my demands and I get my wish, I’ll be happy. However, if my rabbit collection ever exceeds 12, please kill me.