Some days you feel all dewy and fresh, moist with youth and vitality, and then you look down and see that you’ve got a slug on your face. And he’s eating you.
But he thinks he’s kissing you, the slob.
“Yuck!” said the mushroom. And, “Stay away from me!”, said his neighbor who, try as hard as he might, is destined to get slimed as well. There is danger in the night for soft cushiony mushrooms who are tasty to the ravenous mullosk of the night – the feared and reviled slug!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.