|slug sketch with optional fangs|
I try to garden as much as possible this time of year. It's very relaxing... well except when I'm freaking out that I don't have enough inventory for an upcoming show and am gardening over crocheting. So that's just in the spring and late summer mostly. I found the coolest/scariest slug EVER yesterday, while digging a moat (Okay... maybe just digging the biggest garden blockage with a honeysuckle wall thing...) between my neighbor and I. That's MY HAND next to him... Hubs thought it was my foot and freaked out. (I flipped the picture upside down to see the slug better.) Don't worry, I didn't touch him (the slug).
|giant garden slug crochet model|
Then, because I have nothing else I should be doing, I'll be whipping up the slug drawing above as a 3-d crocheted slug. He won't be as pretty, but will be WAAAAAAAAAY less slimy. (Are slugs something that was cool in the 80's? If so, maybe I'll make a bunch on a stick and sell them in my Etsy shop.)
|aggie saying, "dude... slugs are gross".|
This next bit has nothing to do about butts. Yes. You heard me right. There will be no Batman butts or Adam West tushes... nothing. Batman is a chicken of ours. She was playing dead yesterday, and therefore, she is a butt. I might have muttered a similar meaning word when she got up after I flew into the chicken coop in a panic to try to resuscitate her. This is a family blog after all, so... no bad words. Still... my chicken, Batman, is a butt.
|batman, the chicken... laughing at me. butt.|