I have the unfortunate honour to announce to my readers and the creepy weirdos secretly scanning this website that my pet slug Rocky has passed. He is believed to have passed as he was born into my household: by complete accident and without provocation. Rocky arrived in a head of lettuce, and daily he brought his unique brand of slow-moving joy to the lives of all who knew him or greeted him when making coffee with the kettle next to his home on the kitchen counter. I’m sad, but I hope you’re in a better place, Rock; you deserve that.
:)rickymay