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Ah, still willing to go on ? Ok, well, what I wanted to say is that quite some time ago now, purely by chance, I discovered a blog out on the rainy Pacific coast of Oregon which is produced by a slug, and I think she is the loveliest slug one could ever want to meet, the Mrs. Slug in question, alias the Babbler. She creates the most charming and gooey stories imaginable about the lives of her sluggy husband Mr. Slug and herself; everything you ever wanted to know about slugs but were afraid to ask can be found in the blog in question. So without further ado, or should I say, agoo, I'd highly recommend a visit to the Adventures of Mr. Slug and Friends, please drop in and take a look around, being cautious not to slip and fall on any slimy slug trails. And see if you don't get just a little hooked . . .
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Ever since I discovered her blog, I've not been able to look at slugs in the same light. How I've mis-judged them all these years. Or even abused them by sometimes being so awfully cruel to have stepped on one or two over the years. I even admitted to Mrs. Slug (and she kindly forgave me) that when I was a very little boy, with my brothers we sometimes poured salt on slugs, or put out bowls of beer for them to drown in. But never again would I dream of harming a slug. And while we were on Reunion Island in February, I came across simply the largest molluskular type creature I'd ever seen anywhere. This must be some distant cousin to the slug, which don't have shells, probably a closer relative to snails. . . but some sort of giant land snail the likes of which I'd never encountered before.
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So, for your viewing pleasure, and in homage to Mrs & Mr Slug of Slug Rest, Oregon, I submit the following photos for your consideration . . .
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My daughter courageously placed her hand next to it to illustrate this mollusk's gargantuan size . . . Hmmm, I wonder if any local Réunionais recipes call for sautéing them in butter and garlic sauce ? ? ?
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