Slugwould a slug be so brilliant? Vermillion! Where are the slug-eaters when you slide by? All asleep in the treetops? A million old gum leaves soft-carpet the floor of the forest you live in - such colour! Down at slug-level there must be a score of those greenish and grey shades, some duller some brighter – but scattered amongst them are leaves that are red; from the softest of pink shades to some that are crimson. And so, far from being too obvious slug, I now think for here you are perfectly coloured! That story of letters purloined comes to mind: when living in litter a slug red and fat is part of the picture, so harder to find. |