I am the residual that remains from the travelers of the rainy northwest.  Yes, I laid dormant for one month or so.  But now, I creep out from the depths of these cracks and slime forth.  Behold, I am  Seattle Slug.  You can just call me Harold.  Far from home, I know.  But I shall survive here in the southeast.  I shall.

Dang, ya’ll didn’t mention it was gonna’ be so hot and dry here….. hey, does it sound like I’m pickin’ up a southern twang to you….. and does anybody know what a yankee is?

Harold D. Sluggo

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