In the German forest, there were black lizards.
In Costa Rica, more lizards and snakes.
The Oregon Coast?
Not teeny tiny slugs. Slugs the size of human appendages, with giant human-seeking tentacles. I'm sure they are coming after me.
And the Pastor? He can't be happy that I'm sleeping in a tent on the ground in a sleeping bag and why not jog up this giant sand dune while you are at it!!!
Nope, he wants me to hike up slug lane too.
I have on my Tom's. They are thin-soled, and I wonder how it's going to feel when I squish one. I don't have on socks and I envision slug juice will soil my ankles.
You do not have to worry about such things on the treadmill.
Luckily, he just preached on forgivesness.