It was night time when I came home yesterday. The ground was wet with rain.

I spotted two snails halfway across the garden path, one behind the other. They were moving to a grassy patch.

Carefully, I stepped over them. Then another step later… ** CRISP ** As soon as I heard the light crunch, I jerked my foot back.

Oh no! I had stepped on another snail and crushed its shell. Even worse, it was still moving.

I rushed home and almost cried. The poor snail! Naked and homeless. Would it survive? Can it survive?

A few minutes later, I thought of going back outside to euthanise it but didn’t.

This morning, I found its shrivelled body next to broken bits of shell.