Slugs On My Fingers Make Me Happy

For some reason, carrying around a slug on my hand is a very fun thing for me. Taking pictures of the little creature is cool, too. I find their life to be so interesting. They maybe could move an inch per minute. They live in the forest on trees, in the grass, on leaves. They leave a cool mucus type stuff behind them as they move, and they are my friends. I've got to learn more about them.

Can you imagine the pace of a slug, the slowness, moving hardly at all? What can I learn from the slug?