The sigh of the snail

Bank Holiday Monday 31st May 2021

"It's always the same. After hours of sliding over grass and climbing a smooth vertical cliff, you find yourself a comfortable place to camp, with a nice overhang to keep the rain off. Then, just because it's Bank Holiday Monday and the sun is shining, the human comes along and decides to work in the garden. 

First the tree got chopped back. Well, I didn't mind that, it didn't affect me, except for the noise ... the grunts as she chopped and the yelps as the needles prickled her skin. But then she decided to dig the herbs out of the garden and put them in pots, my pot! Not only that, she relocated MY pot and without asking me!  The jolt as she put it down made me lose my grip and I fell to the floor, unceremoniously! Did she mind? Not a bit! She filled the pot, planted the uprooted herbs and placed the pot in a new area of the garden, leaving me to fend for myself. 

Well, "I'm off" I thought and decided to get out of the way before I was trodden on. Next thing I know, the human brought a big black thing and pointed it at me. I ran as fast as "snail's pace" would allow. I wasn't going to be caught again. After a while she went inside. She came back out with the black thing a little later and looked around, I think she wanted to point it at me again, she muttered something about it not being sharp all over, but I had escaped, I had run for my life and was hiding again, she couldn't find me. Now I'm exhausted and need to curl up in my little house for some peace and quiet. Sigh."

I've back blipped yesterday.