Cleaning the outdoor cats' dishes, I removed what I thought was a small leaf. It was a small slug. When I finished screaming, I asked my husband to watch the slug until I grabbed my camera. Not my best shot, but my husband tired rather quickly of watching the slug. We put the little guy back on the deck.
When I moved to Louisiana, I HATED the big slugs that ate my petunias. Then I learned that slugs, like all living things, have a place in their native environment. Which does not include my kitchen!
Not a great find, but a great picture. Yuk I hate these slimly slugs. you don't expect to see them when lifting up a flowerpot of which I have a lot in the summer.
