A Recent House Guest

The other day something weird was on the bathroom ceiling.



What is it? A snail.



Pooped out.



She must have come in the bathroom skylight. A fearless explorer living in her own caravan, now lost and without food.

She was closed up tight, but I put her in the front garden and hoped she wasn't starved to death.



She was gone the next day. Off to new adventures, no doubt. Perhaps to found a new religion. 

The dunes here are full of snails, each of them like living gems.