The hearty earthworms of our Midwestern past have been replaced with even heartier Pacific Northwest breeds: Slugs and Snails. After the almost-daily rainfall, these guys come out to celebrate. Usually you'll notice their shiny, scribble-like mucous trail before you spy them. This guy was right outside our front door after a rendezvous with our potted rosemary:
Apparently they can wreak havoc on a garden, but one look at their wriggling tentacles and I can't help but think there must be a large caterpillar that's perched on a giant mushroom and smoking from a hookah in the forest nearby - and they are on their way to tea.
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