Snails live a solitary life, it seems; isolated homesteads rather than row houses or suburban villas. I collected thirteen this morning and arranged them in a group, but within half an hour they had dispersed, not one was still in sight.
I suppose when it’s raining they don’t have to worry about drying out. They really stretch out, as if they are rain bathing. I think I see my reflection on the shiny shell.
This is an unusual slug, not from Milan. At first I thought it was a small adder.
I found an 18″-long adder (45 cm) in the garden the other day. I had taken it up to the rocks where they live before I thought to take a picture.
A Bad Guide 