One hot summer day, this garden snail decided the best course of action was to climb up the cool glass of the front door. This turned out to be a bad life choice.  So too was the laying of eggs somewhere on the front porch. The dozens of hatchlings with their dark spiral shells struggled a few feet before the hot concrete boiled the life from them.

It is a moment of pathos. We have not been able to bring ourselves to remove it.

INSIDE LOOKING OUT -- A sad end for a garden snail, 6 feet above the ground.
DOWNWARD SPIRAL -- Only the hard shell remains.

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