Size matters...

... when it comes to shells.

You can tell I'm at a loose end when I try to stage a race between Shelly and a snail, to blip under a title such as "Olympics, Annie-style". Unfortunately they wouldn't compete, merely staring at each other in puzzlement and then inching nearer for a closer look. The snail spotted a bit of lettuce sticking out of Shelly's mouth and started eating it, and Shelly tasted one of the slimy protruberances before backing away in disgust, a trail of gloop hanging from her mouth. It doesn't take much to amuse me these days.