For want of a snail

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was a time of great demographic upheaval in the snail colony, as L and I returned from a long weekend in the woods to find two of the three elder snails had breached containment and fled their home on our kitchen counter, leaving behind 17 tiny offspring. 

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