SLuG

I think its great that the two things I would describe a slug as are slimy and ugly (no hate, great creatures, cute-ugly not ugly-ugly long live slugs) and when you combine the words you get the name. The only noteworthy experience I've had with these gelatinous creatures comes on a dark June evening during my childhood. We had a deck that we'd go sit on in the evening as a family and look at the stars. If you've never sat in a dark space with people you love and just talked I highly recommend it. Something about hearing comforting voices while you are together, but invisible, makes communication extremely poignant. Anyway! The slug. The stairs to the back deck were the kind of old concrete covered in layers of paint that got warm and stayed warm after the sun was long gone. I knew them like the back of my hand. I could run down them in the dark, but my mom would have yelled at me to be careful. So with my bare feet- that I'd already gently calloused by running ...