Yesterday I reached into a basket of fine Ontario peaches and pulled out this...
Good thing I'm not squeamish, eh? SLUGZILLA!
I liberated Slugzilla outside, to dine on my hostas. I figured he deserved to live if he'd made it this far, enduring a ride from the Niagara region on a refrigerated truck onto the shelves of the Farm Boy store in Cornwall, and then a warmer ride home in the trunk of our car.
And look! Slug hanky-panky!