Last night was cold, so I went to turn the heating on around 00:45 and as I was walking through the living room I spied a leaf. Now, leaves aren't unusual in the living room, but I remember thinking this one looked odd before I had the "Ah, that's not a leaf, it's a bloody slug" thought. Sigh. So I'm hunting for something to get this slug onto, some junk mail was on my sofa. That'll do.
Then the slug refuses to shift onto the paper. It fell over about three times, kept curling up the wrong way, you name it. I mean it was only a wee slug, I hate the massive ones but they can be picked up easier. This one just wasn't quite big enough to do it easily, so I got it half onto the paper, facing in the right direction, and thought okay and left it for a sec. It got the hint and crawled further onto the paper.
It's at this point I realise it's raining and I have no shoes. Sigh. Right, get slug onto paper, take it outside, try to leave it somewhere sensible. Slug's not having it. Have to walk over the ground. Slug still refuses to move. So I do the only thing I can with wet socks...and throw the paper in the recycling bin. Sorry, slug.
Get back into house. Grumble a lot. Switch heating on. Suddenly remember all but one pair of shoes is actually downstairs. Think it's too early in the morning for these shenanigans.
#309, off to a great start