Adversaria
So, I think those slug things are disgusting. That is all for now.
I think you should write a small poem about them. Ode to a Banana Slug. Something about love. Or sex ;-)
mmmmmmmmmmm, slug breakfast sausuge, mmmmmmmmm.
I get slugs in my garden. I don't know what kind they are; they're black and yellow, though. Charmi, I'm always amazed at how well you can ID creatures and plants. Heck, I didn't even know Banana slugs existed.
I'm a dirty, rotten cheater. They had pics all over the place of these guys. I had never heard of them two weeks ago. It's a big, wide world.
I love that thing! He's adorable! I want one as a pet. His name would be 'Applesauce.'Perhaps 'Chester Worthington Smith III'
And to think, I almost stepped on him, your future pet. I guess some of these guys are actually the size of bananas.
Banana slugs...that's such a perfect name. Perhaps I WILL write a poem about them. Something about food. I also wonder what it would have felt like to step on it. Squishy, I bet, weird...I wonder what he would have looked like all squished. Maybe that will go in the poem.
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Alice must be around here somewhere.
About as big as a breakfast sausage.
Hitchhikers are everywhere!
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So, I think those slug things are disgusting. That is all for now.
I think you should write a small poem about them. Ode to a Banana Slug. Something about love. Or sex ;-)
mmmmmmmmmmm, slug breakfast sausuge, mmmmmmmmm.
I get slugs in my garden. I don't know what kind they are; they're black and yellow, though. Charmi, I'm always amazed at how well you can ID creatures and plants. Heck, I didn't even know Banana slugs existed.
I'm a dirty, rotten cheater. They had pics all over the place of these guys. I had never heard of them two weeks ago. It's a big, wide world.
I love that thing! He's adorable! I want one as a pet.
His name would be 'Applesauce.'
Perhaps 'Chester Worthington Smith III'
And to think, I almost stepped on him, your future pet. I guess some of these guys are actually the size of bananas.
Banana slugs...that's such a perfect name. Perhaps I WILL write a poem about them. Something about food.
I also wonder what it would have felt like to step on it. Squishy, I bet, weird...I wonder what he would have looked like all squished.
Maybe that will go in the poem.
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