All I want for Christmas is a slime blob.

Over in the English town of Ockbrook, people are freaking out because moving piles of slime have invaded their area. What, doesn't anyone read anymore? As The Big Book of Gross Stuff clearly explains, this is just an innocent dog vomit slime mold infestation.

Sure, the slime molds move around. They're alive, aren't they? But what I really like about this story is its headline:

Slime Blobs Appear in Ockbrook

That's poetry!