I opened the door to let Leeloo in and saw her head was split open. An inch long section of brain was oozing out of her skull as she stood there, frozen in place, quivering. I screamed and reached for her, and after a moment’s hesitation, she rushed to me, passed me, and into the living room to play with her brother. I barreled after her to keep her calm and examined the injury closely. Slowly, it grew feelers and continued to slime it’s way across the top of her head.

Stupid slug.

I realized after that the frozen-in-place awkward stance with the quivering was her finishing up a pee.