An old house with a brick patio sporting a nice patina of algae. Seems there is a niche in nature for just about all types to earn a living. A common snail made his way to the salad bar here. Demonic impulses made a light bulb go off. Who says you can’t train gastropods? They’ll even be happy to work in a script font to glorify the name of your girlfriend if need be. (Some training aids required.) Confession: Jusss kidding! Didn’t really saddle up a snail… a Q-Tip and some bleach is waaaaay faster, but it was a fun project to tease Amy with for a while until she got a whiff of what really went on.