Washington’s State Animal

26 08 2008
I saw this little beauty the other night when I ducked outside to make sure the van door was closed.

Super-yuck.

When we moved to Washington (five years ago this month! Wow, how time flies–) we were living in an apartment in Tacoma (already furnished and paid for by the Company). I had asked for a bottom floor apartment because I was seven months pregnant with two toddlers. I didn’t want to have to deal with carrying kids and groceries up and down stairs all the time.

They (whoever “they” are) graciously granted my request.

Unfortunately, the bottom floor was not exactly at ground level like I was picturing. It was more, you know, down a flight of concrete stairs. Sigh.

It was during this time that I was introduced to one of the above-pictured specimens.

On the floor.

In my kitchen.

I apologize for the overuse of italics, but really. I had never seen a slug before, save in cartoons. I’m not a screamer, but I’m pretty sure a surprised yelp escaped me. I can’t remember how I got rid of it, and I am still not sure how it got into the apartment. It’s not like we left the door open long enough for a slug to slither through. We had a sliding door that went outside onto a grassy area (that our kids weren’t allowed to play on–long story), but we never opened that. I think it must have come through the dishwasher somehow, because it was very near and I happened to be doing dishes at the time. Which is what I should be doing now instead of writing about slugs.

So I’ll let you go. Rest assured the sight of slugs no longer make me feel faint, or yelp, or even blink. They’re everywhere. (But that doesn’t mean I have to like them.)