Life in the northwest

A couple weeks ago as I was leaving my house and walking down the steps I felt and heard the familiar, distinctive, and disgusting sound of a snail shell being crushed under my shoe. At the time I had no reason to doubt my intuition that: “This was the single most disgusting thing I will experience all month.”

Fast forward to going out on a cold winter night and finding a fresh, live slug “incorporating” some of the crushed remains. Fast forward a couple minutes later to the time where I forgot that replacement slug was devouring its ancestor.

I was wrong.

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