I saved a snail yesterday. Now it could live to die another day. As i was about to leave for office yesterday morning, i saw a snail on the driveway. Based on my estimate, the right rear tire of the car will squash it right down when i back up. For a second, i completely forgot about it and went on with preparing my stuff. When i opened the gate, i accidentally kicked it, and this is where it all came back...
Around 2 years ago, i accidentally killed 2 snails, 3 hours apart, with my feet. As i was leaving for a gig at Freedom Bar, i accidentally squashed a snail as i stepped out the door. It was dark, and i couldn't see the steps. It was a weird crushing-shell then squishy-slippery feeling. Poor snail. Nevertheless, i went on to the gig.
3 hours later, coming home after the gig, again walking in the dark, i accidentally stepped on and killed another snail, a few inches from where the corpse of the previous snail still lay. Turns out, the poor thing had a companion, and it took his/her buddy 3 hrs to get to him/her. And it got there as i unknowingly stepped on the same spot, killing it.
... Remembering that incident, i moved the snail, which was now enclosed in its shell as a defense mechanism, to a grassy part where it wouldn't be seen.
1 snail saved!
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