confession

When I was a little a girl I once left my Frisbee outside overnight, when I came back in the morning it had gathered what I thought to be 5 pretty shells. I got so excited I picked them all up only to find these slimy little things creep out all over my hands.
Because of that day I hated them, and not just an ordinary amount... I hated them so much that any time I saw one I would sprinkle salt on it (which is an especially cruel way to kill them if anyone was interested).
They must have spread the word because I don't think I'd seen one for quite a few years till today, and you would be happy to know that I've changed my ways because I didn't kill him, I took my photo and was on my way...