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The other night, Brycee came inside the house. I picked her up to pet her and there was slimy, matted fur on her tummy. But, no, it wasn't fur. It was a slug! And I couldn't get it out of her fur. So I got a scissors and started cutting off the fur.
And then I cut the slug in half.
I am now scarred for life.
And then I cut the slug in half.
I am now scarred for life.