All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
-Cecil F. Alexander, 1848.
I am generally okay with most creatures great and small, except for three small things, roaches, rodents and slugs. But, Diego loves all creatures great and small, especially slugs. Diego once picked up a slug and excitedly let it crawl on his forearm. He held it out to me and told me, “Here, Mommy, if you let it crawl on you it tickles and leaves a shiny mark!” No thanks. I first wrote about Diego’s love of slugs here, my first blog post ever.
Diego loves to explore the wilds of our backyard and capture animals and insects. He has a fascination with these creatures, as I suspect most boys do. In fact, I am sure as most boys do. My other son, 12 year-old Nico’s pet…
Spike the Bearded Dragon.
See? I really am okay with most creatures great and small.
So, it does not surprise me or creep me out when Diego occasionally asks for a jar or a box of some kind to house his roly-poly pets, insects, or whatever. It does, however, creep me out when he asks for a jar to house his pet slug. He did this the other day, while I was in the middle of making dinner, otherwise known as throwing food on the table for the kids to inhale. I absent-mindedly gave him a clean glass jar without a lid. I told him we could punch holes in foil and use it as a cover. I did not see what he did next, but I have since learned that he promptly placed “Sluggy” in the jar, without foil, and put it in our TV cabinet in the family room.
The next day I got a phone call while I was at work. It was our babysitter, Marian Poppins.
MP: Hi Diana. Have you seen Diego’s pet slug?
Me: What? What pet slug?
MP: The one he said he put in the jar you gave him. He said he put the jar and the slug inside the TV cabinet.
Me: Oh. My. God. I didn’t know he was going to put a slug in that jar, and I certainly did not know he would bring it in the house. Please find it!
MP: Okay, we’ll look for it.
Later, I checked in with her and asked if she found the slug. She replied that they looked all over and could not find him, or her. (Do slugs have a gender?)
I have not walked barefoot in my house since.