Good thing I'm not the technical owner of Pony House! Good thing I don't live there! Because I would already have a FOR SALE sign in the front yard!
Oh, the HORROR!
I was awakened from my beauty sleep at 8:40 a.m. by a text from The Pony:
"The horrors of city water! I just had to relocate a slug that crawled up my shower drain!"
"YIKES! I could have done without the visual!"
"I thought you might want to blog about it!
"We used to have them on the sidewalk at my $17,000 house. Some gray, some with black spots."
"It's probably going to die in the heat, but I didn't want to just kill it!"
"I used to murder them with salt."
"I stepped on one in bare feet."
"You and stepping on things seems to be a running problem."
Said The Pony unfairly, referring to the dead bird under fallen leaves that I stepped on nearly every day for a month, walking out of school to the car in the parking lot. I didn't kill that bird! And it wasn't my job to dispose of it. Besides, either Genius or The Pony could have WARNED me every day as I neared that area of leaves!
Anyhoo... The Pony was either soft-hearted, or had no idea how to kill a slug inside the house. Hick says it has nothing to do with city water.
"That came in through the main sewer! Not the water pipes! I can't do anything about that. Pony should get a can of salt. You know, the cardboard can. And pour a quarter of it down each toilet, and the rest down the shower drain."
I will relay that info to The Pony next slug-pic, or when he has a day off.