To feel so awful about treading on a snail just now?

[bottleofredplease]

All it was doing was trying to get from one place to another and I came along and squashed it. I'm such a bastard.

I once squished a frog in the front door.

I actually cried real sobby tears and DH had to pop the poor thing in the bin.

God knows why it leapt in the door frame just as I was closing it. Probably suicidal.

*LIKE a few others. (not lie.)

Oh dear god. Tell yourself that it was MIL's toe (or someone else you might not be on great affectionate terms with) 'Other scapegoats are available.'

I hate standing on them too. I always rescue them from the path if I see them, especially on the school run when I know there'll be lots of feet. But we have two Giant African Land Snails, so I have a soft spot for snails.

I had a tiny bird crash into the front of my car years ago. It was actually a transit van and when I got to our destination, we saw it, perfectly trapped, in one piece, but very dead in the radiator grille.

Oh, and one of my cats went through a phase of catching and eating mice. Every part of it except the head, which she would bring through the car flap and leave on the kitchen or playroom floor.

Recently she clearly got into a squabble with a pigeon in our garden. I didn't see it, but judging by the amount of feathers left behind, there's a slightly bald pigeon flying around the local area.

And chickens are definitely not vegetarian. Flip over a rock and watch them go to town on the woodlice.

*cat flap

I hate stepping on snails, I feel so guilty!

I don't feel as bad about putting things out of their misery intentionally (usually mice), though the cats seem to have learned that live 'toys' will be rescued or dispatched and don't bring them in the house any more, I did have to bin a squirrel corpse today, the cat was sat proudly in the drive with it when I got home. I'm just glad it was the cat that won't flap, the other one might have given it to the dogs 🤢.

And yes, the little buggers wear bells, they hunt by sitting in the garage roof and launching themselves onto poor unsuspecting wildlife in the garden below.

I think I've told this one before but we once had a phonecall to come out to get our takeaway because the poor bloke was terrified of passing them to ring the doorbell - they were sharing a pigeon on the doorstep, like some sort of demonic ritual.

Frlrlrubert
I laughed until I cried at the demonic ritual.

Treading on snails is awful.

Sounds and feels so dramatic and you know that's it for them but they might not be dead yet.

I hate doing it.

No, bottleofred chickens will eat anything, snails, slugs, ants, bacon, sausages, each other...