Some time back, around the inner sides of an ornamental planter, I discovered this collection of empty snail shells. I imagine they were victims of the harsh weather we had at the start of the year, but I couldn't resist gathering them, for I immediately had visions of a future blog post.
So they sat in a small cardboard container in a corner near my kitchen sink, going nowhere fast; literally dead slow stop. What else would you expect from snail houses? "For Sale" signs and prospective buyers? I don't think so. They look a little fuzzy, as I opted for natural daylight rather than flash for this photo and its a dull day. But they have a certain charm about them, wouldn't you agree? However, I can foresee a problem now. After babysitting them for weeks and weeks, waiting for the urge to get snapping, how am I going to be able to throw them away?