Snail Landmines!

A while ago I wrote a short note about saving snails from their inevitable sticky ends. This morning on my jog, true to form, I was relocating the poor snails I saw on the sidewalk. I soon realized that there was no way that I could save them all. I skipped over a few here and there, and suddenly there were hundreds of snails of varying sizes all over my running path. I felt like some poor soilder trying to safely cross a vast field of mines. I must have appeared quite odd as I dashed to and fro to avoid these fragile creatures. With a smidgen of guilt I completed my run without having saved very many snails. I did manage to avoid harming any, but I can't say the same for the ruthless biker.