On my ongoing list of New Things to do has been this charmer: "Lick Slug." Apparently, it'll numb your tongue and I'm curious--and not a little afraid--to try. Luckily, it's been a dry autumn so I've been able to put this one off.
But it's been raining lately and I came home tonight to find one waiting right on the back door. With immense reluctance and no small amount of shivery aversion, I reached down and picked up the shell-less snail.
And that's when I realized it--I've never touched a slug before. Any time I've ever had to move one, I've always shoved it aside with a stick or a leaf. What a sheltered and fearful life I've led.
It's ridiculous. I like to think of myself as a wacky free spirit and yet there's a host of things I avoid due to fear of the unknown. So, reminding myself that I've held both a python and a tarantula, I placed the squirmy slimer in my hand. It felt like a slimy noodle.
And I wondered what it will take for me to be as bold and adventuresome as I'd like to be. That's essentially what this project has been about: to push past the boundaries of my life.
That said, ever practical, I decided to hold off licking the slug. Because that's another New Thing.