When I pulled up a hunk of weed, a spark of gold glinted: a tiny snail, emerging from a larger, empty snail shell. It slid toward the opening of a half buried brick, ringing the edge of the bed.I ran inside, grabbed my camera, charged back out, and glimpsed a golden sheen in the darkness.
Of course! He had pulled himself out of sight of lens and bird.
A moment later, I noticed a second tiny snail wander out of the shell, and I captured his progress into his second temporary home.
Didn't everyone's house today look especially shiny and homey?
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