Sixth Story Snail

Yesterday, Marga and I were resting on the couch, having a post meal coffee, when she turned to look at the window and exclaimed, "¡Mira! ¡Hay un caracol!" Sure, enough, there was a snail hanging upside down on the outside of our window. Now, normally this wouldn't be very impressive, but we live on the sixth floor!!!

"How the hell did he get up here?" I wondered aloud.

"Very slowly," said Marga.

Yes, our windows are dirty. We know!

He's even got a racing stripe!

Maybe he took a spiral staircase! (feel free to groan at that one)

He's still there this morning.