You boldly stride on through the tunnel, ignoring the feel of the slugs’ slime beneath your feet.

“This isn’t so bad,” you think to yourself after a few steps. “Just a bit gross.”

About half way through the tunnel, you hear a tiny voice. You step forward and hear another. This time, it sounds like a scream.

You look down and a mother slug is staring up at you with hatred in her eyes. You lift up your foot and stuck to the sole is a baby slug that you have squashed.

“Murderer!” the mother slug shouts up at you in a tiny slug voice. “Why? WHY?”

What do you do?