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Earlier I was in the Man Cave fixing a technical issue and I noticed the screen had some schmutz on it. I go over to wipe it off and it doesn't go anywhere. So I flick at it with my finger thinking it's going to go flying across the room.
It doesn't, though, because it's a slug. Why is there a slug on our big screen? I have no idea, and yet here we are. Instead it smushes itself onto my finger and I'm left with a fingertip full of slug guts.
Ew.
I squeal "EWWW!" because I have slug carcass on my fingertip and I shake my hand to get it off. Because.... ew.
Instead of falling nicely onto the floor, though, it flies into the air and lands... in my hair.
EWWWWWWWW.
I freaked out; shaking my head all over the place to get it out and I didn't even end up seeing where it went because it's dark in there.
I went to the bathroom to make sure it was gone, and it was..... but I can still feel it in there.
Crawling through my hair.
Burrowing into my brain.
Yes, a smushed slug can do that.
Ew.
