I never really had any opinion on snails until we moved into our house.
They come out after it rains and our walk is damp. And they crawl out and sit there, extending their bodies slowly like arrogant junior turtles.
And then, I step on them. Or our rolling garbage container crushes them. And it’s disgusting.
It’s bad for us and bad for the snails. I kind of wish they would realize how dangerous our house and all move.
If reincarnation exists, I hope I never come back as a snail.