Cannibal Slug

Brace yourself.  The following content is a little disgusting.  However, decomposers make the world go ‘round!

I am always amazed (and a little revolted) when I come upon this scenario after a rainfall.  The roads are damp with yesterday’s rain and littered with the remnants of many slugs who had ill-fated encounters with car tires.  Then out come the other slugs to explore the damage and have a bite to eat.  I guess in nature, a slug’s job is to do the clean-up work, and they make no exceptions.  They take their work gravely.

Cannibal Slug

After the rain,

rolled out flat as a rug,

mashed by a car,

lies a goopy, squashed slug.

Here comes his friend

to console and to hug.

Wait … she …

bites this poor dude

with her own slimy mug!

Who would have thought

she could be such a thug?

Chewing her friend,

ugh – a cannibal slug!

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