We had a bit of late night drama recently. I heard thumping, a food dish flipping over and one of the bunnies
crashing into their litter box. I went to investigate and found Simon with
his eyes as wide as saucers staring at the entryway. I looked over and saw a slug as long as the palm of my hand slowly making its way
towards the carpet (no idea how it got inside). Clearly, Simon was
being a good little sentry and warning us of the danger of an
uninvited garden guest.
Here I am showing him what he was so afraid of.
Simon was intrigued by Mr. Slug and attempted to give his new friend a nose-bonk (ever the polite little bun). Fearing him getting slimed, I made a tactical retreat with our new guest and let him keep the paper he had claimed with his slug hork as a parting gift.
