New tenant

On Saturday night it rained and the wind blew maniacally against our windows. If I had been outside I most certainly would have wanted in, just like this little guy:

On Sunday morning, while I was drinking my morning cup of tea, I felt a presence. That's when I looked over and noticed that there was a little snail stuck on the wall of our bedroom. The inside wall. On the second floor. I have no idea how he got there, but I assume he crawled along the wall and in through the window, which had been open a crack. Pretty ambitious for a snail!

I suppose I should take him outside where he can feast on the plants that have sprung up and out of the soil in the last month and a bit. In the meantime, he seems pretty okay just hanging out on the wall.