11.16.2009
alas
It is my sad duty to inform you that Mr. Squiggles has passed away. He was becoming increasingly, er, sluggish. And as far as slugs go, it's kind of hard to tell which end is which unless they put their eyestalks out. I did some research to find out what he needed in the way of food or environment and found this great pet slug site and moved Mr. Sqiggles to a new container with some fresh romaine, using spring water rather than NY Tap. Alas, the move seemed to do him (or her) more harm than good and that was kind of that. I laid his body to rest in the sweet potato vine pot in case he came back to life, but I don't think he (she) is going to.
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10 comments:
...increasingly sluggish... I love it!
Do you think you were putting to much salt in his diet?
Do you need a replacement?
Should we send watercress, or a donation to a specific charity?
Oh No! Now we'll have to get you a little puppy dup.
I don't know, Wolfen. Her recent track record with pets is pretty poor.
Two day survival rate?
It is because she didn't give the poor slug enough attention. The dog will demand it!!!
O.K. I'm in.
Let's give her a puppy for her 60th birthday. But let's keep it a secret.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Poor Squiggles, I hardly knew ye. Actually, I knew ye not at all.
But a warmer, more inclusive home you could not have found.
Rest in peace, Mr. Squiggles, but don't be surprised if you come back. Because if anyone were to have* an invertebrate-intersexed-reincarnated pet, it would be* Claudia.
*Is there a grammarian in the house?
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