Last night whilst out walking Jack it was slightly damp – you now after a rainy day. After about ten minutes I hear a crunch and a tiny little squelch. I do not look down. I know I have just stepped on a snail. I do not need to see it. Yet I can’t help thinking about it for the rest of the walk. I wonder if the snail felt anything as I crushed it to death. I wonder if it died instantly. I wonder if it had feelings. I wonder if it had family or friends. I wonder if any other snails saw or heard this untimely death.
I’m not sure if I was being morbid or overly sensitive.