By: Melissa Ratliff
It had been working on its slime trail all morning, each movement a calculated effort for maximum effect. The intricate pattern was unmatched and with the angle of the sun just right, it glistened like a road of softly crushed diamonds. It might’ve been its best yet. But the vile human did not appreciate its work, Pat noticed, as a new bowl of PBR was lurking beneath the bush. Pat had lost more aunts/uncles, cousins, siblings, and offspring that way than it cared to count. Pointing its tentacles towards the neighbor’s porch, Pat started slowly inching towards its blank canvas.