They were everywhere. The garden was like a sea of brown. It pulsated and moved in a sickening way.
He daren't go outside.
He poured petrol from the upstairs window over as much of the garden as he could reach. He lit a match and dropped it.
WOOF!
He was certain he could hear ten thousand slugs scream as they burned and filled the night air with a pungent stench.
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