My mom went out and bought fresh strawberries the other day, and we had them for dessert last night. My dad cleaned and cut them for us and they were so good. This morning, I decided to have some for breakfast. I asked my mom if they were already washed and she said yes, so I started eating them. They were so good. I noticed something gooey on my finger. I thought it was a piece of a mushy strawberry, so I put it on the side of my bowl. I looked closer. It looked back at me. It was early, so I looked again to make sure I wasn't crazy. Then, it started crawling down the bowl.
Oh hey, baby slug, it was nice of you to join me for breakfast.
Now I had two options. I could freak out and throw the rest of the strawberries away, or I could keep eating and watch the little critter crawl around my bowl. I decided since they were amazingly good, and I already had eaten more than half of the slug-infested strawberries, I'd just rinse off the remaining berries and continue with my breakfast. I'd question my judgement, but then again, I had just woken up so my judgement wasn't completely reliable.
This whole day, I kept picturing that baby slug, in its tiny wonder, looking back at me,. I know it was thanking me for allowing it to stay for breakfast. I almost feel bad for throwing it away when I had finished. Almost.
