It's a royal slugfest

I finally, in my last five full days of maternity leave, decided I had better take care of the weeds that have overrun what used to be my flower beds. So I loaded Emmy up in her bucket (aka car seat) with her pink hat and bunny slippers and headed out with my thistle resistant gloves to start the task. It didn't last long since Emmy decided she couldn't sleep unless I was rocking the bucket but that was okay cause I seemed to piss off the slug gods with my pulling and they sent out their minions to attack. I stunned them with the flash of the camera and we had just enough time to get inside before they were able to entangle us in their shimmery slime webs. Whew. Don't worry, I don't think Em is scarred from the encounter. I'm not sure how I will sleep tonight though. There were tons of them out there. Why do they seem less intimidating, nay cute, when they have their snail shells on? Bring out the beer.