There’s death on my shoes

It stopped raining briefly so I thought I would go put some stuff in the car. On the way out, I noticed a snail creeping along the step, and I thought how cute snails look in wet moonlight like tonight. I hated how it was on the dark step because I knew someone would step on it.

I put my things in the car, then reparked the car from a bad parking job earlier. When I headed back in I noticed it was raining, so I hurried along. I opened the door to the courtyard, and as soon as I set my foot down — crunch.

It’s times like these when I most hate what age and sleep deprivation have done to my short-short-term memory. By the time I opened that courtyard door I had completely forgotten about the snail, even though it was occupying all my thoughts right up until I put the first bag in the car.

I feel like a total murderer. Poor snail. 😦