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.