Crunch

I pulled into the drive. I jumped out of my car to go inside and open the garage door to put up my car for the evening. I was stepping inside through the front door when I heard it.

Crunch.
Not only did I hear it; I felt it.

Crunch.

I hesitantly looked beneath my right foot, which was just outside the door, and there I saw, with much disgust, that I had step on a huge snail.

The shell was smashed to pieces, and the snail . . . well, it was gross.

Very, very gross.