No, it’s not a picture of a snail, that’s because you’ll need this pretty flower to get this post out of your head.
I was in the kitchen the other day with my younger son and saw a snail on the floor… or so I thought. I pointed it out to him so he could go and admire it before I moved it outside where it belonged. His immediate “oh it’s so cute” grew tempered as he got closer. “Umm, mom, I don’t think it’s a snail…it has legs…” As we looked closer, we realized it was a tick that had been feasting on one of us, and grown to the size of a snail. Yes, that’s right. So fat it just lay on the floor. So all I could do was hope and pray it was the dogs blood and not ours that was inside it, and dispose of the “cute critter” as quickly as possible. Life in Vermont.
Now for that pretty picture.