Progress

My fear of slugs and snails has been well documented on this blog, but it seems recently that I'm kind of a little slowly growing out of it. Last night, I saw one outside of the garage when I went outside looking for Bash (my cat), and instead of flinching like a man and gapping it the opposite way, I flinched like a man, picked up long leaf, and proceeded to slowly prod it away from the door.

Prod.

Prod.

Prod.

Next thing you know, it was 5 feet away, not 2. I went back inside, with a big grin on my face, but it was definitely one of those moments that I didn't want to share because, well, prodding a slug then still running away from it doesn't exactly sound like a victory.

But it was. It really was.