All I’m doing is crunch walking back from crunch the pub.
I’ve no crunch particular intencrunchtion to walk crunch across a pavement of crunch snails.
Would you please find another place to spend your evening? crunch I have little crunch option for routes home. You can crunch go anywhere, as you demonstrate so well. crunch. Please do so.
If you don’t, crunch I’ll be looking up the crunch definition of escargot…
Ooh I feared this would be another thread by motorists complaining about pedestrians, but no, 'tis Lescargorillaman!
The same thing happened to me with lots of little baby frogs once. I felt very bad about it, but it was pitch drak and up on a hillside and so, like you, my options were limited/non-existent. Silly snails.
Ohhhhhhh I made sure of that, don’t you worry!
(Last March, I did have a couple of frogs manage to slither under my front door, and one of them hid in a shoe. Yeah, that’s not what you expect to feel as you put your foot in there.)
Stepping on slugs leaves me torn. On the one hand, they are living creatures. On the other hand, they make for dangerously slippery walking. On the one leg, they are nasty animated loogies. On the other leg, they should stay off the darned sidewalk instead of foolishly playing extreme sports, slug-style.
Slugs are evil. They are one this planet to cause destruction and mayhem. A dead slug is a less-bad slug.
Snails, however, I have time for. They should be taught, somehow, to stay out of harm’s way…
I had to backpack through a half-mile of locust (locustes?) stacked 2-deep once. They crunch and jump at your legs. I still shudder when I think about it, Little House on the Prarie flashbacks notwithstanding.
When the thread was around of “What would you tell the animal kingdom, if you could?” my vote was for “Teach them to look both ways when they cross the street.”
You are aware that snails are just slugs from caring families, don’t you? Snails’ mommies love them and tie little houses on their children to keep them warm and snug when they go out to play. We should pity the poor slugs, neglected children of the *Snotticus boogerii * family. It’s no wonder they go on to be The Wild One of gardening communities.