Little Squishy Snail.

The littlest things are what really make me happy... like... playing with a snail. Everyone else was grossed out by your icky little trail of slime, but not me. I poked your face and you squirmed until you looked decapitated. I talked to you like I talk to my sea monkeys, with delight and weird noises. I let you leave your goo all over my hand and arm, and then I took pictures with you because you make me happy, little squishy snail. I love you for who you are, and you loved me too.