I'm seriously digging this one. It reminds me of when I was a kid and my father took me to France to visit family. We were hiking through the woods and there were these HUGE neon orange slugs. Probably easily the size of my fist. There wasn't just one or two of them. They were scattered all across the forest floor. I remember that day very vividly. It was awesome.
I agree with Puschelpink, reminds me of that scene with Ron from Harry Potter. I love his horrified expression, it makes it look like he's been hurling slugs for a while, and he's become drawn and gaunt from the struggle.
Ha! Thats funny because I have an nephew that when he was little he ate a slug it was hella gross. What is that honey pouring on his head? Winnie the Pooh is getting ready to eat the kid after he fills up on slugs.