Specifically, I was driving when I noticed a snail on the hood. I figured that it would not be able to hold on at highway speeds and would be squished--or even if it did hold on, that it would be easy pickings in the city, and if it were to have crawled off my car, would also be in a place where it'd have absolutely no source of food.
So I pulled over and had to pry it off. In the process, I also discovered a second snail on the side, who was even harder to remove, to the point where I worry that removing the snail may have permanently injured the snail, there's just no way for me to tell for sure.
I mean. I don't even know what the touch of a human hand does to snails. For some slimy creatures, the touch of a human hand is absolutely lethal, so that alone may be bad enough. Even if not, the location I dropped them off at was miles away from familiar territory, and next to a road. They attempt to cross the road, they get squished. They're still somewhat-easy pickings for predators.
And, of course. These snails, I believe, are meant to be in trees. I dropped them off on the ground, quite a bit away from the nearest tree, so they're not even in their intended habitat thanks to a haphazard effort on my part. So there's any number of ways I could have hurt/killed them...and those are just the two snails I actually saw. It's possible I started with more, who fell off or were still there that I missed--and any of them could have suffered the very fates I was hoping to save these two snails from.
All that, because I didn't check before leaving. So my intentions might be noble enough, but as far as the snails are concerned I might have been an eldritch abomination who just doomed them to some slow painful death. I don't know though since I just am not an expert.
In other news, I am absolutely smitten by my significant other. I now know why it is so common for media to portray the heart as being the center of love in a body, because yes. That's a trope for a reason. There's an existing basis in reality for it, because when you're in love (and I most definitely have fallen in love), yes, there's that feeling, that indescribable feeling, in your chest, something defying explanation, which is just.
It's just love. A feeling when tied to the person in question also tends to invoke strong emotions--and in the case of reciprocated love, of relationship love, it's happiness, it's joy, beyond description. This isn't lust (lust is more a physical reaction, e.g. getting horny), this isn't infatuation, this isn't a crush.
This is just.
This is just love. And I feel it stronger each and every day. The more we talk, the more we interact, the deeper it goes, the further I realize I've fallen into them and am theirs. Because that emotion is beyond anything I've ever felt before. Beyond anything I could possibly have felt before. It's. Just something there's no other word for. And it's the greatest thing ever. <3