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The cat was acting oddly on the boxes she sits on over by the window, and I went over and saw that she'd found a slug somewhere. She was batting at it and was visibly disappointed that it wasn't doing anything more than twitching feebly. I guess it got in when I had the window open earlier and it rained a lot on the windosill before I realized the rain was getting inside and shut the window. I rescued the slug and threw it out the front door, but I fear it is no longer for this world and is now oozing around in gastropod heaven. And now I feel vaguely guilty for not rescuing it sooner. The cat, naturally, feels no guilt at all and is now wandering around and every so often licking her paws. I hope the slime isn't anything other than icky - I don't want to clean up more barf.
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However, I can tell you that any slug you are likely to find in Texas is going to be an introduced garden pest. I'd pour salt on it, not rescue it.
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I have a hard time killing things myself (well, fire ants, wasps, and scorpions excepted), but I have zero problem with cats and dogs doing so. Go figure.
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I don't like wasps either. I'll kill any of them that get in the house. Arrogant things never believe anyone will ever try to swat them. Lucky for me I live in an environment where there are no fire ants or scorpions.
As for the cats and dogs, killing pests is one of their jobs. I had cats for mousers for years when I lived on the house on the lake.
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BTW, your dad sounds like someone I'd have gotten along with. I'm sorry he's no longer around.
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Thanks. :) I mostly remember the annoying things about him, like all parent-child relationships have, because he died right after I graduated college, so I never had a chance to develop a somewhat more adult relationship with him, like I have with my mother. Ah well, life does that sometimes.