|Our heroine in February
|Nowadays. Please note chewed-the-fuck-up leaves.
That's why when I saw this banana slug (one of the goddess's most grotesque grotesqueries) loitering near it this morning, with a completely unconvincing air of innocence, I moved to destroy Mr. Slug without a moment's hesitation. Mercy is not an option when it comes to protecting my broadleaved semi-tropical darlings.
|Slug, meet salt.
|Salt, meet slug.
|How many Houseboys with big tits and bulging baskets does this make? More than we could want to count.