Last week we found a giant slug in the backyard.
The Girl named it Slimy.
The Boy thought Turd was a better moniker.
The Girl wanted nothing to do with Slimy-Turd. She took a quick look from afar and went on her way.
The Boy wanted a hands-on experience. He picked up the slug and let it creep and crawl all over his hands.
After an ample amount of slug-fun, I told The Boy to return Slimy-Turd back to nature. Then he needed to wash his hands real good. With soap. Lots of soap.
He complied.
***loud, panicked yell***
Mom! This slime isn't coming off my hands!
Did you use soap?
Yes! I used soap! Lots of soap! It won't come off!
I gave his hands a second scrubbing.
Sure enough. That slime was not coming off. The water seemed to make it expand.
***very panicked tone***
Is it going to be there forever?
No. I don't think so.
We had to break out the serious stuff: Lava.
After a few minutes of intense scrubbing with the abrasive cleaner, The Boy's hands were again slime-free.
I did a little research, and learned that this is a common occurrence when handling slugs.
I had no idea.