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kitty!

when i was small i collected shells. one day, we went to a marine museum and i bought a bag of shells from all over the world. the tour guide had made a great fuss over one of these shells belonging to a certain kind of highly poisonous sea snail (cone snail). if you found or bought one of these shells, you had to be very VERY sure that the creature was dead. every time i handled that shell i felt the thrill of fascination and fear, always worrying the creature was still inside there, biding its time, waiting for the right moment to creep out and kill me.