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Last spring, Arnica was enjoying a leisurely bike ride through a trail known as the Burnt Gay Man trail in the early mornings. On the ground were hundreds of little slugs trying to make their way across the path to get to the safety of the other side. Despite Arnica's considerable efforts to squish every single slug between his tire and the pavement, many slugs avoided their demise rather easily. There were just too many to squish.

Arnica was pleased to discover, on his return trip, as the sun had come out (a rare occurrence in the 206) and warmed the pavement, it had pulverized every last one of those slugs. All that was left were little brown skid marks littering the pavement. It was sooo cool.