@ggshearron
In the still of the night, this slug on a rug,
Creeps through my garden like a sneaky thug.
Its slimy path leaves a trail of destruction,
My flowers and plants face mass reduction.
Oh vile creature, devourer of my blooms,
You leave behind only withered tombs.
I'll chase you away with a flick of my hand,
For my garden is a precious land.
@josharp186 I know. I need to do a black and white with just the rug. It looks like noodles. It once was marketed for under the litter box. It didn't work so we tossed outside for wiping feet. My guess is the Florida sun has cooked it and made it something new ;-)
In the still of the night, this slug on a rug,
Creeps through my garden like a sneaky thug.
Its slimy path leaves a trail of destruction,
My flowers and plants face mass reduction.
Oh vile creature, devourer of my blooms,
You leave behind only withered tombs.
I'll chase you away with a flick of my hand,
For my garden is a precious land.
@sjgiesman Thanks for noticing. you are appreciated. 🤍