I'm having lunch with my dad at the kitchen table and he looks outside and sees a snail inching along on the wet pavement since it just drizzled. "Oh, look! A snail!" says he, as I continue to munch on my delectable rice and some kind of meat. "I wonder how long it will take for it to travel 100 miles."

I don't say anything for awhile and continue to eat, when he later says, "I wonder if I put salt on it, it will die." Of course, I knew he already knew the answer, and I tell him that I've seen Tomo do it before.

I should have known why the snail intrigued my dad so much. Before I knew it, he got up to get a tub of salt and opened the glass door outside. "Dad! Oh my gosh, dad!" I wail.

"Bianca!" he says with a serious face. I was so sure he'd tell me to stop yelling, since I have high pitched shrieks when I overreact, but no. He says, "You should know by now. I am an animal killer."

And then he dumps some salt on the snail. As we watch it die, my dad asks me, "Remember when we went to Disneyland and I killed that bug?"

We start laughing like crazy. Damn, my dad is the worst.

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