My sofa slug. Or chair slug. I thought I lost him on Sunday. He is a large bit of loose skin and heft, but he is my 'little bundle of cuteness' and will ever remain so. I think he hung the moon. He is spoiled. He is going on the Invisible Fence collar. I don't want to go through that misery again. Monday, the 16th he turned two and I want him to live out his natural life with me, all 90 pounds of loose skin and heft.