Intruder Alert!

Back when I first moved to SF, the old armory building on Mission was just getting gouged out in preparation for it's metamorphosis into the porn studio it is today. Amongst the items being discarded were these lumberjack-sized cafeteria trays-just perfect for working on art and craft projects. In retrospect, I'm sad that I only grabbed four of them.

On occasion, I do toss one to the manpal, to prevent him from spilling his dinner on nearby fabric. Last night he propped it up out in the alley, rather than handing it back to me. Later in the evening I needed it to sort some beads out.

I was happily getting my shit together when, all of a sudden, this SLUG is crawling into the piles of beads! He must have been exploring the underside of the tray. I just didn't notice Him (Her? It?) until he surfaced-after about 45 minutes!

I'm disappointed in myself for not getting a picture of his journey across the tray, but I panicked, scraped him up, and tossed him gently back into the alley, accompanied by a pile of assorted beads which had become glued to his body by slime.

Call me what you will, but I can't imagine hurting a slug. It would be more icky than saving it, and I just can't get over those cute little horns.