natural::unnatural
undesirable::desirable
animate::inanimate
complex shape::simple shape
urge to study::urge to eradicate
invertebrate::vertebrate
unexpected::expected
new information::tradition
undesirable::desirable
animate::inanimate
complex shape::simple shape
urge to study::urge to eradicate
invertebrate::vertebrate
unexpected::expected
new information::tradition
Coming in from our egg hunt this morning, Griffin found a hitchhiker on one of his eggs. I have such undecided feelings about slugs and what to do about them. It seems like I'm supposed to loathe them as garden pests and destroy any that I find, but I can't help studying them and setting them free, instead. How could I kill such a wonderful little thing, with its two pairs of tentacles (one optical, one olfactory)?
Take a look at a bigger version - what a miracle this despised animal is! Can you see its small mantle, like a saddle on its back? And the pneumostome, which is only open when it's breathing?
(Less breathless-adoration-of-nature: Dan walks into the room and says, "there's a slug on that egg. Slugs don't lay eggs, Jess!")
