Slug Story

Making a lunch plate of vegetables and cheese and peanuts, I picked the celery out of the fridge and snapped off a stalk. It was dirty and also I saw what appeared to be a small slug. "This has been in the fridge for, let's see... almost two weeks. It must be dead." But instead of flicking it into the garbage can I just gave the stalk a rinse under the tap. Coming back to the sink a few minutes later, I saw the slug had not washed away but caught in a dish, and it was moving? "He's alive!" I put down what I was doing and flicked my finger to scoop him from the water. And yes, there he was, slightly squirming and bending on my fingertip. I pulled him outside and found a broad leaf...

Can you imagine the resilience and the desire for life?