Slugs

To unfortunately follow the post about raw fish, I will now switch quickly to slugs. Sorry.

I have become more than aware that New Zealand has lots of spiders, most of which live in my flat (poor family that is coming to see me soon - hope you like spiders). I was not aware, however, of the presence of slugs. I am sure I've seen slugs in my life. It just makes sense. They don't seem exotic, or even that gross. Well, they do now.

Spiders like to hang out in my mailbox. It's kind of gross. Like, you grab the wad of advertisements for furniture, jewelry, electronics, etc (like I can afford it) that you only want to throw away regardless. So you grab that wad and begin the walk to your outside garbage can. You look down, and a huge friggin' spider is scrambling toward your hand. You scream like a little girl and throw the mail to the ground, running away before you've even finished. No? Just me? Well, it only had to happen once or twice before I obsessively check and peer inside the mailbox before removing stuff. I thought I was safe. I checked, man, I checked. Then I went to turn over a flyer and touched a gooey mess of a slug's back. I screamed even louder than ever (embarrassingly while people were walking down the sidewalk) and threw it into the neighbor's yard. Oops. The slug was the size of my thumb. That seems unnecessarily large to me.

After fleeing to my flat and washing my hands numerous times while gagging (I don't do textures), I realised that I would still prefer slugs to spiders. If I just poured salt all around my flat, they wouldn't come in. Simple.

Stupid slugs. I am sick of nature already: give me a squeaky clean flat without a hint of a cobweb or fly anywhere.