The other day I squashed a snail but this time I didn't just carry on walking I stopped and said sorry. I looked down at the little guy and he was in a rite state. I couldn't stop thinking about how I would be feeling if I was that snail. It would be pure agony, first of all shards of your shattered shell would pierce through your back, then the pressure of the impact would cause your insides to burst out of your head. Now I know gun crime is bad but I'd rather be shot than have my insides burst out of my head. The poor little guy.
Anyway I did a few sketches of the everyday occurrences of bugs being murdered and tried to show the pain that the little snail felt that fateful day.
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