Snails

One of the best parts of my job (well, I've made it part of my job) is picking up the snails outside the front door and popping them in the flowerbed, thus saving them from the boots of traveling business men who've sank a couple in the pub.

Bit of a thankless task, though. The snails seem to think I'm some predator lifting them up to eat. They must also assume they got lucky and their assailant dropped them. Ah well... something to tell their mates, I suppose.