It took two crunches before I realized what was happening.
It was so familiar, but so strange. A forgotten memory.
I was out for a walk down to the beach with my new lovely pup (story about the pup later) when I heard a crunch... felt a crunch. One more step and I felt and heard another.
It was the second crunch that did it.
I looked down immediately, knowing I'd have to tread carefully.
Mass snail exodus.
Snails... everywhere.
I counted eleven more in the four yards before the beach.
So gross.
It was so familiar, but so strange. A forgotten memory.
I was out for a walk down to the beach with my new lovely pup (story about the pup later) when I heard a crunch... felt a crunch. One more step and I felt and heard another.
It was the second crunch that did it.
I looked down immediately, knowing I'd have to tread carefully.
Mass snail exodus.
Snails... everywhere.
I counted eleven more in the four yards before the beach.
So gross.
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