Have you ever seen a snail in action . . . or, rather, inaction?
When I left the house one morning this week, there was a snail on my front sidewalk, its shell glistening in the post-shower sunlight. I wondered where in the world he'd found that shell out here in the fields and forests of western Pennsylvania. A few answers crossed my mind, but I was in a hurry -- an appointment notification was flashing on my phone, and I didn't have time to contemplate Mr. Snail.
Laura England Miller