I have a childhood memory that stuck with me. It’s when I put salt on a slug. I think I learned that they melt or something on Tiny Toons and wanted to see if it really did.
I went into the garden after a rain and sprinkled some on. I writhed and moved rapidly. The image stuck with me as a thought of horror. I felt immediately bad whenever it popped in my head.
I imagine that every time I’m about to hurt someone or I see someone hurt. Honestly, very few people deserve to writhe in pain like that slug.
But, as far as I’m concerned. She does.
