the corner office

... buying your groceries fresh from the farmers' market is that you can buy a cauliflower which drops a live slug onto your kitchen floor, leaving you ham-fistedly trying to pick it up with a paper towel while it leaves a snail-trail all over the floor, and frantically rushing into the lounge and fiddling with the safety catch on the window while the thing starts crawling off the edge of the paper, before you finally manage to get the window open and drop it onto the lawn below.

It raises something of personal ethical dilemma. Did I try to save the slug's life because I felt it would be wrong to kill it, or was I just too grossed out at the prospect of squishing a slug?