Often when I walk down our road with the dog, especially during humid weather and early in the morning, I see big orange slugs crossing the road.
They remind me of the banana slugs we used to see up in the Santa Cruz Mountains, south of San Francisco. I never knew there were such big slugs in France. And no, nobody eats them (that I know of).
Here's the road. It winds down into the Cher river valley from our hamlet, La Renaudière.