To the human eye this path is about two meters wide, just wide enough for two bikes to pass each other, but for the average slug it's more likely something nearer to two football fields long.
Nature calls and the many slugs leave the comforts of the tall grass in pursuit of something better. What this might be no one is sure.
Unfortunately, many do not survive this noble adventure, their meager lives smashed in an instant underneath the massive tires of the randomly passing bicyclists.
This slug makes it across without any problems, that slug barely misses the giant tire and manages to slip by the last few centimeters, and fate calls the shots as yet another slug gets splattered before it can even perceive what life might be like on the other side.
Like dead soldiers strewn across a disheartening battlefield, the squashed slugs are scattered as far as the eye can see.
What unearthly battle could create so many innocent victims?