Slugging

Once a very faint-hearted person, now a BRAVE woman. 

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Yeah, that woman is ME

WHY?

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Because I actually combatted with a couple of slugs without shouting the whole house down and waking up the dead.

 

Photos by Marv Bondarowicz

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Okay, this is not really a big deal for people who has no fear of any slimy creatures but for someone like me, I think this is a HUGE breakthrough

 

Growing up as a farmer’s daughter and having a sister who’s crazy enough to put snakes on her head and giant millipede on her hand, I was practically a useless scaredy-cat of the family. I was afraid of the dark, afraid of heights, afraid of black stuffs, afraid of creepy crawlies etc. 

 

So, this morning, while I was merrily washing the water cress I bought last night to boil it into soup, I drenched the whole bundle of veg into the sink. As I plucked the leaves off the stems, I was thinking to myself, “My, what lovely fresh water cress!”. 

 

Out of a sudden, a tiny movement caught from the corner of my eye. There was this big fat, black SLUG feasting on one of the leaves. Of course, my initial reaction was to fling the slug infested vege out of my hand and into the sink. I did, fling it out, precisely. But, I was unusually calm and recited an encouraging mantra in my head, “I am big and you are small. I won’t harm you and you go your way.” So, with that ounce of courage, I took a pair of chopstick and picked that slimy little thing up while it was squirming. Eeeuuuuww! And I ‘respectfully’ placed it into a plastic bag and hastily put it in the dustbin. Where else can I put it???

 

So, in the course of plucking and washing the cress, I found 3 more slugs and I disposed them the same way as the first fat slug. WITHOUT. ANY. SCREAMING. OR. SHOUTING.   *clap clap clap*

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Okay, this is DEFINITELY not my usual behaviour. Normally? Normally, I just throw whatever the thing is with the caterpillar or worm and never return to the kitchen till someone comes home. Yeah, me = useless scaredy-cat…hehe! That is why I wanna salute Muks who actually harvests in her garden. 

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Alright, I need to gloat over my victory for the rest of the day. MUAHAHAHA!

 

 

Tags: bravery, phobias, slugs