Last night at midnight I took my dog out into the backyard. As I walked out there barefoot, I saw a huge slug on the ground. "Don't step on that," I thought to myself, remembering this one time that my foot brushed a slug outside and I felt its slime on my foot for days afterward.
Toad, of course, did not want to go out in the rain, so I had to pick him up and force him onto the grass. He puttered around a bit and decided to go back to the door. I successfully avoided the slug, picked Toad up, and put him back on the grass. Then my husband came to the door, and Toad just gave up trying. Distracted, I walked back to the door. There was a sound like a twig snapping, and I looked down. It was not a twig snapping - it was me stepping on the slug, and the slug POPPING AND SPEWING SLUG GUTS EVERYWHERE!!!!
I went completely crazy. My mind actually separated from my body, and I had no control over myself anymore. I watched myself scream, run into the house, high kick my foot into the sink to wash it off, and begin dry heaving into the other side. My husband says he knew exactly what had happened, and he wasn't that worried. In fact, he immediately began to make fun of me which made me laugh, so I was screaming, crying, dry heaving, and laughing all at the same time.
I have never experienced anything like that before, and now I know what they mean when they say "fit of hysterics." So that's what that feels like!
