Curses. I can't even walk away from the computer for a couple hours without falling behind here.
QUOTE(Envy's lil' miniskirt @ Jul 30 2005, 10:54 AM)
That is a huge banana slug we happened upon at the cosplay picnic, he was about as long as a soda can. I dubbed him Squishy.
"I shall call him squishy, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my squishy."
Maybe I'm the only one here who concurs that he's adorable.
He looks so... poke-able. It makes me wish I'd been able to take pictures of those itty bitty snails I found in the lake when I was out camping. They're the cutest little things! I don't even remember what their names ended up being...
I don't care for things crawling on me without my knowledge, but I'm not spazzy about it. The only time I recall ever really freaking out was once in NJ at my friends house, a tick was crawling on my arm, and I jumped up shrieking. Probably a wierd lyme disease paranoia thing.
I had a found a junebug crawling in my hair while I was falling asleep out camping once. Don't remember my reaction then, though...