D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

I've been glad to see snails again this year—there were hardly any all last year—and I hope they're still the Burgundian snails some fool imported hoping to sell them for purposes of cuisine. But I wish they wouldn't head for the cat kibble bowl, it's just bizarre and I keep having to pull them off and wipe off their trails.




It's a corner house; you can just see the kiddie climbing structure that fills much of the front yard.