This reminds me of when we met at this lake with class one time to go hiking. You had to walk down this path through the woods to get there. At the time it was toad migration period and the path was literally covered with thousands of little toads, so you had to be extremely careful not to step on them. One of my classmates came by bike and it was basically impossible for her not to kill at least a couple of hundreds of them. She was one of the last people to arrive and when she did she was crying hysterically and everyone thought she got raped in the woods or some ****.
But yeah, I've only ever stepped on a snail like once or twice, but I remember that the crush gave me goosebumps. Poor thangs.
