It’s just mocking me now.
I’ve become obsessed with snails and slugs.
I never had any snails until a couple of years ago.
Now they’ve sent word to their families about what a great place this is to live and they are herding in.
Whenever it rains I run out there with a bucket in the morning and evening and pick them. I finally figured out the problem with my pretty purply flowered plant that looked half dead. I pick six or seven snails off it every time.
No matter how many I pick, there are always more. Big giant ones.
Didn’t see it? How about now?
My next door neighbor mentioned that they were inundated, too, and he’d picked a giant bucketload.
Have we opened a portal from snail hell? I don’t know how to be any more unwelcoming.
And of course I read too many Stephen King stories when I was young and at night I can hear big giant ones crawling up the walls and coming to get me.