Oooh, I talked that one up dint I!
I gets back from a pleasant evening of coffee, Draco's Lair, Pig Botherer, sensory synthesisory abandon and humourescent pain, and I pull into the drive...
...look out the window at the low wall alongside...
...KILLER SLUG AWAITING ATTACK!!!!
I cautiously eased upon the door, and slid out, petrifiedly pressed against the car. Slowly sidling up the drive for fear of drawing it's attention in case it leapt for my jugular!
But, phew, luckily I made it to the door, where I had to go through masses of keys on a chain, each one not fitting, and meanwhile it slid millimeter by millimeter, baring it's fangs ready to devour my foot whole.
After several droppings of the key, much lock turning to no avail, I eventually found the correct one and dived into my house, slamming the door shut behind me...
...where a evil wail of frustration echoed through the trees, as the army of molluscs beckoned "Join Us!"...
Kandarian cephalopods on the prowl... I can only thank the Great Maker I wasn't ravished by the wisteria and turned into a part-human-part-slug and ended up being locked in the cellar that I don't have.
As if I needed any more proof of these nocturnal nightmarish daemonia, they were gone this morning, and none there when I got home from work.
But come the sunset...
"Come out, Neville!"
