Strawberries, slugs, and life

Well, I'm now having my morning strawberries and as I was washing them I found a little slug in one of them.  It was still alive so I carefully removed it and took it outside.  Seems to me that sharing a strawberry with a slug is a small price to pay for the sacredness of all life.  Who's to say I have more right to live than it does?  Not me, for sure.