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This slug was inexplicably hanging by a thread from a tree branch along a walking trail at Michigan's Black Mountain Recreation Area.
I expect slugs to be down on the ground. What's up with this one?
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Eww. I prefer my slugs in a pan of beer (dead). I might be a country gal, but I don't think I would have reacted well if I had walked into that.
ReplyDeleteThe slug was posted as a warning, which, apparently, you didn't heed!
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Shadows below;
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Well - nobody slugged me.
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JzB