Entry tags:
I think the phrase is "frenzy of disgust"
Today I came down to log on and discovered, to my utter horror and nausea, that a SLUG had made itself at home underneath and between the keys in the number pad of my keyboard.
Yeah, you read that right.
A SLUG. IN MY KEYBOARD!
Urg, ew, ack. I may never feel clean again.
You probably don't want the details of how I disposed of it, suffice to say it employed salt and various extracting tools and the stiffest upper lip I could muster. Miraculously, the keyboard still works (unlike my peace of mind).
I've removed the little (sometimes big) bastards from my floors off and on since I moved in but this is the absolute limit.
Anyone got any advice on preventing future incursions? Or failing that, something really happy-making to rec?
Yeah, you read that right.
Urg, ew, ack. I may never feel clean again.
You probably don't want the details of how I disposed of it, suffice to say it employed salt and various extracting tools and the stiffest upper lip I could muster. Miraculously, the keyboard still works (unlike my peace of mind).
I've removed the little (sometimes big) bastards from my floors off and on since I moved in but this is the absolute limit.
Anyone got any advice on preventing future incursions? Or failing that, something really happy-making to rec?