So last night I went to the kitchen for something, went to open the fridge door and THERE WAS A SLUG INSIDE THE FRIDGE DOOR HANDLE, I touched it, recoiled in horror, made the kind of noises Caitlin Moran's group chat makes when frigging themselves off to Sir Kenny Steamer and I have PTSD now from it
Years ago my brother lived in a basement flat in Leinster Square that had a resident slug that would come through from the kitchen at night no matter what he tried, also next door was a depressed clown but at least he didn't try coming through the flat at night. I stayed there once and never again
