Thoughts on a Slugs Humour

Now I know very little of the behaviour of Slug or his family but I am beginning to suspect there may be a sense of humour there somewhere. Yesterday you may recall that The Owner shared a beautiful moment with Slug, as two species met, eye to eye. The Owner responded a little harshly and threw Slug (and the mug he had slithered up to warm his belly) outside in the cold. This morning when The Owner and I arrived at the studio he threw the door open wide and strode confidently inside expecting a slug free environment. He made his new mug of tea and went and sat down at his desk as usual to examine the contents of his inbox and probably swear a lot if usual behaviour is anything to go by. I was right, he did swear a lot, but not at the contents of e-mails on his screen. There, at a pretty precise angle of forty five degrees across his mouse mat, was a silver slug trail. He is now on a mission to find the culprit and the normal clutter on the desk has all been moved, examined, and then put back in place and all to no avail as yet. I have been kicked off my comfy cushion, twice, and it has been lifted shook out and put back again. I do appreciate the humour of leaving a slimy slug trail across the mouse mat but I am getting a little tired of being moved and then re-moved as The Owner searches for Slug again. I think I may wander home and see if the wood burner is any warmer.... and free of slugs!