Leo saw the eye when he slapped a handball into the garage door. The ball hit the door and sprang back through the eye, which rolled and blinked and stared at him.
"No." Leo muttered. "It's only been two hours. It's too damn soon." He paced back and forth in the driveway. "I've been fine for a solid week, four pills every four hours and no worries. Too damn soon!"
He shut his eyes to erase the image. A thick, decaying smell settled over him. When he opened his eyes, a shape was sliding along the sidewalk -- huge and round, a giant fleshy cabbage leaving behind a dark slug trail.