*cries*.... Noooo---! It's so sad..!
The poor thing! Damn it!
Poor poor poor poor snail! I killed.. TWO! TWO! Wait.. Was that the same one? This morning was a bad omen. The first thing that I did as I walked out the door was step on a snail, cracking it's shell. Depressing. "shit shit shit! Ah um..-- um..-" And I leave it as it is, because I don't have time, I'm going to be late to school.
Now I was just weed-whacking, and when I brought the weed-whacker back, I saw that there was a snail that was bleeding its clear blood, without a shell, on the side of the stairs. I was horrified to see that it wasn't falling, and was still kinda moving. I was sad and grossed out, thinking I had probably hit it, cracking off the shell. Not being able to stare at it, just there, bleeding, I move it. I think to myself 'what's better.. die fast, or die slow? It won't survive anyway..' So I take it up gently with a gardening shovel, 'god, that must be painful..' and let a little bit of the drips of water wash it off, and decide to kill it. I dig a little hold, put it in, bury it.. Then jab at the dirt rapidly and continuously. I find no trace of the snail that was. T___T Wah.
So I'm going to write it a little paper grave. ... *sighs* Snails are nice! They don't hurt you! They're sweet, and have cute little beady eyes that bonk into things, with only little dots for pupils. They're cute.. *sniff* Bye, gotta pay my respects.
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