I went on a four mile walk this morning with my good friend Kirsten. About halfway through our walk I began to notice slugs on the path. I made it a point, to point out the slugs so neither of us would accidentally step on one because that would be GROSS.
So we are walking along and I am pushing Bubba in his stroller and the next thing I know I am sliding and it feels as if I slipped on some non-existent ice. I was sure I stepped in a big pile of dog poop. I turned around to see what I'd stepped in. To my surprise, I saw a mutilated slug. It was SUPER DISGUSTING!
Kirsten and I both started laughing. I laughed so hard I almost cried. I'm super grateful I was pushing the stroller. If it weren't for the stroller I would have not only landed on my butt, but landed on the slug as well. I'm it I didn't die because of a slug. So GROSS!
Counting my blessing!
