ambivalence

Each time I walk in the vicinity of my home, I keep my fingers crossed that I wouldn’t be as unfortunate as to step on snails or even catch sight of one. But probability and chances prevail in our daily bouts and sure enough I was greeted by my childhood arch-enemy this morning, leaving a slimy trail as it slugged across the footpath. Overwhelmed by disgust and a tinge of fear, I stopped dead in my tracks, allowing the nauseous spell to pass. For many seconds I stood still, eyes locked with the huge creature whose existence has successfully dictate my mind and reduce me to useless crumbs smaller than it is.