so I'm up early for work, and I was just making some pasta to take in and eat on my break, and everything's as fine as four hours sleep before an eight-hour shift could be.

I go to stir in some pesto, and I'm stirring it, yeah, and then to the right of the hob, my stomach and then my brain recognise a huge, fat, disgusting slug, crawling along between hobs, cooking slowly, insides coming out kind of.

I still feel like throwing up twenty minutes after chucking the slimey bastard outside in a cardboard kitchen roll holder.

share your anecdotes of repulsion, and try to hold your stomach, I guess.