"You'll never guess what I found under the bed in the snore room." Rick said. "Look at the blue bag by the door."
I did and wasn't sure what the lump was (it was tied too tight to open) until it dawned on me. It was a snail.
We have a snail history.
Last year I bought shells to use as decorations in our pots outside and on our patio. What I didn't realise until we had hundreds of snails crawling up the windows and across the patio that they were still alive.
Rick has limited snail appreciation both as house pets and lunch. We didn't find anyone who wanted them for lunch so we released them in the riverbed.
Snails have become a family joke.