WARNING FOR SARAH: If you're reading this, please note it contains references to slugs. You've been warned.
Last night I hopped in the shower. Washed my hair and face, etc., etc. Then, as I went to turn the shower off I noticed a slug floating around the plug hole (this is not unknown in my flat—the first time I had a bath there a huge slug crawled out of the overflow pipe and then fell in the bath with me... no, I'm not sure why I still live there either). In a very girly way, I shrieked, grabbed onto the shower curtain, which pinged off in several places, slipped a bit and narrowly missed knocking myself out on the bathroom cabinet. I finally got out of the bath, breathed a sigh of relief and turned to confront said slug. Then I realised that it was just a bit of slug-shaped plastic which had fallen off the shower fitting.