I just went out to see if there was anything interesting wandering around the garden. (Apart from me, obviously.) Not having a torch and reluctant to switch on the outside light, which is so bright it dazzles low-flying aircraft, I relied on the gentle glow of street lamps.
I spotted something glistening on the path. It looked like a slug. So I prodded it with my finger.
It's astonishing what birds can squeeze from their rear ends when they've been raiding the neighbour's fruit trees. This was worse than the dollop that I mistook for a bird-dropping spider.
Memo to self: Buy a fricken torch.
