This morning I saw him sliming away very very slowly across my kitchen floor. I actually felt sorry for him, although slugs are not my favourite insects, but this little guy was lost. He has not seen a drop of water for at least two weeks, and he was searching for something wet most probably, and so he entered my kitchen. Outside the ground is dry and he was alone Perhaps he was the reconnaissance for the tribe to see if there was some humidity left in this dry desert of a world.
I did not kill him, he was suffering enough. I carefully wrapped him in a paper towel and removed him back to the outside world. Perhaps he found a damp corner somewhere to wait until the rains came. I was so happy that is had just began to rain outside and I am sure he/she is. Perhaps I am being a little facetious, but even a slug has a right to live, unless they are devouring my plants.