Dewy morning. Saw one snail next to the toppled pepper plant, so knew there'd be more. Donned my Michael Jackson uni-glove, got my brass collecting pot and picked the suckers off by the dozens. Then to the driveway, where I dumped the pot from my height. whap, whap, whappp... Pretty yucky, but better than the salt/melty wicked witch protocol. The lie to the broken-hearted/disgusted grandbabes: This is where they come to get their new shells, (kind of a slimey Macy's).
