Meet Sloan, he’s a slow worm.
He lives in a vegetable patch under a vegetable patch blanket that keeps him warm, and he likes to do slow worm stuff all day like catching worms and slugs, and avoiding cats.
He slithers about because he looks like a snake, but he isn’t a snake — he’s a slow worm and proud of it. He’s probably the proudest of all slow worms because have you seen him? Gorgeous. I bet he has all the slow worm girls slithering over his scales like you wouldn’t believe.
On Sunday, knowing the onions needed watering and that the usual human was away, Sloan hit me up for a meet up and how could I refuse? He showed me around his pad, helped water the onions, and then went back to doing slow worm things.
Until next time Sloan!
Did you know? Slow worms aren’t slow and they can live up to 30 years!
Other than meeting up with Sloan and watering onions, potatoes, rhubarb, and this twig in a pot, I’ve been writing — 9k words and still counting! For a guy who could barely form a sentence I’m pleased to say that most of what I’ve written is coherent. I’m rewriting Frienemy (again) but after all I’ve been through, I don’t know, there just seems more soul in the story this time. Things feel more real and isn’t that the point of writing?