I once brought my nephew camping on an island with millions of snails. When the evening came I didn’t think much about them and proposed a bike tour around the island. Well, we will remember that. They were impossible to avoid just by their numbers so we were hearing dozens bouncing on the bike trailer, or being shot left and right by the wheels. My nephew was horrified. He wanted us to stop but we were now in the middle of it so we plowed through. Poor snails. But they should have known better than just fuck in the middle of a trail.

as someone with a phobia of snails, knowing such a place exists makes me want to die