My daughter loves bugs. All types. She’ll pick them up no problem, living or dead. We’re talking spiders, centipedes, wood bugs, even slugs.

The other day she told me that she found an Indian slug. I asked her why did she say that? What made this particular slug Indian.

She put her hand on her hip for emphasis when she haughtily replied, “Because he’s brown!”

Oh, mother. How could you be so ignorant?