I know . . . fascinating, entrancing and gross all at the same time.
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Originally Posted by BigV
Here's the remains of a trail left on the top of my pack. Ew.
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I grew up in a damp area. We had lots of fog most of the year. Hence, we had bumper crops of snails and slugs.
I don't know how they did it, but the slugs came in our house in the night. They crawled all over the place. In the morning, we could see their trails, but no signs of the slugs themselves.
Every once in a while, though, I would get up in the night to go to the bathroom and step on one of those slimey buggers. Oh would I scream and yell until my mom came and washed off.
We never did figure out where they were getting in the house.