Among the garden, we await my grandma's company.
Thump. What did the weeds catch?
Stealing drops of sunshine, is an unsavory stranger-
a heaving black slug with tadpole components.
Evicted, it must be- how impolite!
Larry seizes the contorting creature,
suspending it above his throat,
before swallowing it whole.
A pulverizing sight!
"No! Spit it out!"
But Grandma is there, and she beams:
"That's one way to get rid of it."
