The words I’m in a youth hostel tonight, won’t mean much without an explanation of last nights shenanigans with slugs in my tent.
I awake in my one man tent at 2 am needing a wee. Unzipping the tent, I jump out sticking my feet into my sandals. Squish. Too my fckn horror a huge slug is wedged where my wee toe goes. I freak out screaming and kick the sandals off into the field. I and so seriously freaked out and back in the tent I keep wet wiping my toes. Over and over. I put my legs into my sleeping bag only to feel a huge squidge against my leg. I’ve never moved so fast. It’s a gigantic black slug and it’s in my sleeping bag!!! I freak out big time. There’s no-one to save me and I’m screaming as I get rid of the slug. I open the bottle of red wine stashed in my panniers and I get stuck in. 4 am and a finished bottle I am numb enough to go back to sleep. In the same sleeping bag. With slug goo that doesn’t come off.
Think that was an even worse moment than eating silk worms & grasshoppers in Thailand!
So I’m pretty delighted I have a bed tonight in a youth hostel. Yaaaaas!!!
I once tried to force my foot into a toad’s mouth, which was sitting inside my trainer, thought the tongue had just curled under and kept on yanking, BOY did i shriek!
Oooft! That might actually be worse than slugs!!!
I would have paid money to see that :^D
I felt awful for killing the slug with my wee toe!
Know EXACTLY what you mean about the slug juice! Done the same thing a few times and can shudder at the very thought. The goo takes days to scrub off! I mean, what exactly are these creatures made from and why are they even here!