So I asked Daughter to run outside and get basil and parsley for the pasta sauce, and lettuce for the salad tonight. She brings them in, and I'm carefully washing the lettuce - it's an organic garden and nobody wants Slug Salad.
Anyway, I find the inevitable slug, call Daughter to take it outside and she comes running and exclaims, "Sluggie!!!" like she's just been reunited with a long-lost pet! She takes it and carefully puts it back on the lettuce. *Sigh*
BTW, her crazy "pet" squirrel threw itself against the french doors the other day when I was in the kitchen and scared me half to death! Why is it so desperate to get in here?
Anyway, I find the inevitable slug, call Daughter to take it outside and she comes running and exclaims, "Sluggie!!!" like she's just been reunited with a long-lost pet! She takes it and carefully puts it back on the lettuce. *Sigh*
BTW, her crazy "pet" squirrel threw itself against the french doors the other day when I was in the kitchen and scared me half to death! Why is it so desperate to get in here?