SNAILS
If there's one thing worth mentioning about my area of residence, it's the (surprise!) snails. They're practically everywhere. Especially during the night; AND even more so if it has been a rainy night. Like magic, they spring up out of nowhere; and oh, how they flourish and bloom! The rain seems to act as a secret signal between ill-fated lovers. The rain comes, and the snails emerge from their hiding places to mingle at the sacred hour. On any day, I could be walking to the bus stop, or heading to the nearby Econ minimart, and lo and behold! There's one on the ground, squashed to bits. It must has been killed while on its' midnight rendezvous the night before. What a misadventure!
On some rainy nights, while walking up the pathway leading to my block, there can be as many as 20 odds of snails lining the pathway. In a way, it's really nice and pretty and cool. Mother Nature is always pretty! But because snails are such slimy and disgusting creatures, being surrounded by 20 odds snails is kind of creepy and freakish. AND no, in case you're wondering, it's not romantic.
Sometimes, playful thoughts pounce my mind: if I were to give one of them a good flying kick, how far would the snail sail? Would I score a goal with it?
How about if I sprinkle some salt on it? I've never tried that before! Would it really "melt", as it has been said?
At moments when I am morehumane benevolent, I wonder what are the maximum number of snails that can be stacked up on top of each other without toppling over. 3? Or 4? Or more?
On days when I'm bored, I just simply wonder where do snails come from.
Honestly, where do they hide? Especially on days that are scorching hot and sunny and dry? How is it that they can appear so magically on rainy days - as though out of nowhere and at the snap of a finger? Do comment if you have any idea, yeah?
If there's one thing worth mentioning about my area of residence, it's the (surprise!) snails. They're practically everywhere. Especially during the night; AND even more so if it has been a rainy night. Like magic, they spring up out of nowhere; and oh, how they flourish and bloom! The rain seems to act as a secret signal between ill-fated lovers. The rain comes, and the snails emerge from their hiding places to mingle at the sacred hour. On any day, I could be walking to the bus stop, or heading to the nearby Econ minimart, and lo and behold! There's one on the ground, squashed to bits. It must has been killed while on its' midnight rendezvous the night before. What a misadventure!
On some rainy nights, while walking up the pathway leading to my block, there can be as many as 20 odds of snails lining the pathway. In a way, it's really nice and pretty and cool. Mother Nature is always pretty! But because snails are such slimy and disgusting creatures, being surrounded by 20 odds snails is kind of creepy and freakish. AND no, in case you're wondering, it's not romantic.
Sometimes, playful thoughts pounce my mind: if I were to give one of them a good flying kick, how far would the snail sail? Would I score a goal with it?
How about if I sprinkle some salt on it? I've never tried that before! Would it really "melt", as it has been said?
At moments when I am more
On days when I'm bored, I just simply wonder where do snails come from.
Honestly, where do they hide? Especially on days that are scorching hot and sunny and dry? How is it that they can appear so magically on rainy days - as though out of nowhere and at the snap of a finger? Do comment if you have any idea, yeah?
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