Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Slugs: an anthology in four parts


Part One:

I am a slug. A great, big banana slug.


If you shake that salt at me, I will shrivel into a pile of goo.


And get all over the under side of your favorite Vans.


Please, just let me pass by and we will each mind our own business.


I will eat your tomatoes and leave a glistening slime trail about your lawn.


You will watch television and cook spaghetti for your supper.


We will live in harmony.

Part Two:

So, when I was about three my family moved to northern California. To a little town in the redwood forests called Garberville. We lived in a barn that had been repurposed as a house at the edge of a ravine. There was a "Z" door leading out to the back yard from the kitchen. I figured that it was my own special door.

We also had great big banana slugs. We kids would watch those slugs for what seemed like eternity as they slowly prowled outside the garage. I remember wondering what they tasted like, whether they could substitute for bananas if someone was hungry enough, but not having the courage to lick one.

Part Three:

When I was four my family moved to Quincy, Illinois on the Mississippi River. There were lightning bugs and cicadas and slugs! The slugs ate our tomatoes but I really didn't mind because I didn't want to eat the tomatoes. I liked the way their eye stalks retract if you try to poke them. They sort of freaked me out, though, so I didn't mind when my mom showed us a little science project.


Salt + Slugs = Death


You see, slugs are basically one big semi-permeable mucus membrane. When salt is sprinkled on the slug, the concentration gradient is disturbed and water is drawn out the slug cells to dilute the salt thus causing the slug to dehydrate rapidly and expire in a mass of gooey bubbles. It's pretty gross. But sort of awesome, despite being cruel.

Part Four:

When I was eleven a cat adopted my family. She just showed up on Mother's Day, ran into the house, and decided to stay. She had kittens that summer. Three orange boy kitties and one calico girl kitty.


I named the little calico Isabelle, or Izzy for short. She was the runt in every way. Small and wiry, she wasn't very interested in hunting birds or baby bunnies like her brothers. She preferred bugs. And slugs. She became Izzy the Slug Killer!


We had a dirt-floored coal room in our basement, complete with a coal shoot. It was creepy and no one ever went in there for fear of the unknown ghosts whose bodies may have been buried under the packed earth. There were also a lot of bugs in that room. And slugs. The slugs would slime their way up to the kitchen and leave trails all over the floor and inside of our shoes. It was not uncommon to wipe off fresh trails of slime before tying your laces in the morning. Once Izzy realized her taste for the critters we never had such problems again.


The end.

5 comments:

  1. Dear Jen,
    I love you.
    That is all for now.
    love,
    zam

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  2. What's a "Z" door? Our thing was to put them on the hot merry-go-round in the summer, put salt, then spin... (we didn't get many, not like grasshoppers). I think in our head it was simultaneously burning, de-hydrating, and making them dizzy... :-D Pretty sure it makes no difference.

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  3. When you spun the merry-go-round, did bits of slug fly off, or was it pretty much cemented to the hot metal? :)

    Have you ever seen the big barn doors that are reinforced with two by fours across the top, diagonal down the middle and across the bottom? The 2X4's look like a Z! I found a Z shaped table yesterday. It was $200 -- a little out of my price range for something I really don't need.

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