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Can't stop me now (here is the full video)

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@im-flashtoo submitted: Seen at work (kitsap county, WA, USA) - I wish my phone had captured this pretty little guy better, he was so colorful with the yellow on his mantle!
What a beautiful little man (gender-neutral)! Looks like one of the taildropper slugs in the genus Prophysaon. They come in a wide variety of colors and patterns! As is suggested by the name, they can apparently self-amputate part of their tail as a defensive mechanism! Neat :)
Wisława Szymborska (tr. Magnus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire)

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Wislawa Szymborska - Autotomy
In danger, the holothurian cuts itself in two. It abandons one self to a hungry world and with the other self it flees.
It violently divides into doom and salvation, retribution and reward, what has been and what will be.
An abyss appears in the middle of its body between what instantly become two foreign shores.
Life on one shore, death on the other. Here hope and there despair.
If there are scales, the pans don’t move. If there is justice, this is it.
To die just as required, without excess. To grow back just what’s needed from what’s left.
We, too, can divide ourselves, it’s true. But only into flesh and a broken whisper. Into flesh and poetry.
The throat on one side, laughter on the other, quiet, quickly dying out.
Here the heavy heart, there non omnis moriar— just three little words, like a flight’s three feathers.
The abyss doesn’t divide us. The abyss surrounds us.
In memoriam Halina Poświatowska
Their severed heads get around just fine until they regenerate perfectly functioning, parasite-free new bodies, scientists say.