Slugs part II, and an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction

This has absolutely nothing to do with lunchtime walks, but since you brought up slugs first, I'm going to continue the thread. Brookline seems to have some kind of slug problem, and almost every morning for the past few weeks I've narrowly avoided stepping on a different enormous slug dying on the front path of my building. I came alarmingly close today, but managed to stop in time. I agree, stepping on one must feel absolutely disgusting. Especially in sandals. And this morning I encountered the slug only a few minutes after walking out of my bedroom door and coming face to face with a huge spider dangling from the ceiling right at eye level. Ugh.

Now, on to somewhat more related material. This happened at the gym after work, so I'm 0 for 2 on actual lunchtime stories so far, but since it's related to MIT I'm including it. It's probably terrible karma to blog about an old man at the gym, but he was kind of asking for it this time. There is this little old man who randomly jogs around the floor of the gym all the time (not on the track, but just weaves through the equipment on the main floor). I see him a lot, and he's always wearing a short-sleeve button down shirt and really short shorts. Well on Wednesday, as he ran by me on the treadmill, I noticed his little short-shorts had a big rip in the back. And he had absolutely nothing on underneath. Charming.