the work of God

For those do not know of, or remember, my entry about snails a long time ago, the basic idea is that snails should not exist for various reasons.

So you can probably guess the look on my face when I was feeding the iguana and cleaning it's cage when I turn around only to find this grotesque piece of slimy muscle smack right there on my balcony floor. I immediately called for my mum because it's not a garden snail but a water snail. And it's fucking gigantic, making it doubly gross!! She told me that she saw another one of those, smaller, a while ago and removed it. That piece of information is like a smack in the face as I realised that I might have a serious case of snail outbreak in my fish tank! I was told to throw it away while my mum went on with watching TV.

Knowing me, being cooked would've been a better experience for the snail. With the uncanny ability to prolong suffering in questionable invertebrate creatures, it didn't take long for me to associate a snail's suffering to salt. Imagine yourself to be trapped by an invisible barrier, one that spells certain death! You're trapped with no where to run, all you can do is hide in your shit of a shell. Either way you die!

So I sprinkled a ring of salt, a substance so common yet lethal to that which shouldnot exist, around it.