While in the back yard with me, Langley happened upon a yellow and black spotted banana slug of the size that only a long, wet, Washington June can grow. With his razor sharp, freshly trimmed nails he pawed the alien life form with interest, and set in motion the short but messy battle. The slug unleashed a powerful amount of slime in panic and Langley, who believes you should taste everything at least once, slurped up a couple ounces of slimy goodness.
Quickly he learned that banana slugs aren't so tasty when they grow large and past their prime and spit the slug back out.
I watched him from across the yard messing with something: chewing it, pawing it, nosing it and rushed up with the pooper scooper. The thing was so large and mangled that at first I thought he had caught a mouse. Then he looked up at me. He had leaves, grass, dirt and bits of slug guts stuck to his face. Then I knew, we were dealing with a slug.
After taking the slug to the yard waste bin to rest in peace, it was Langley's turn. His paw was covered in slime and dirt as was his face. So I carried a squirming 18 pounds of rat terrier to the kitchen sink, de-slimed him as much as is possible and then put him in his crate to contain the left over slime and let it get enough fuzzy blanket stuck to it that it will not be spread around the house when he is released.
Life can have some rough lessons for a curious pup.
|Pictured with a leaf stuck in the slime left on his face|