Crunch

A butterfly was fluttering around my ankles this morning. I watched it distractedly as it drew wobbly loops around my left leg. . . . . and promptly crushed a snail underfoot. So much for appreciating the beauty of nature.

It's raining now as I say a silent prayer of apology to its little snail soul while its guts and shell fragments are being washed off the walkway. Seriously though... I blame the butterfly.