In France they are cooked and eaten with a garlic sauce. Glass of wine and some French bread.
I would really not get this one through my throat. Yekki a snail. But the word Escargot sounds more tastier.
This he/she creeps over my patio. Ready to eat the hostas.
Their beloved food. I take her and she crawls into her little house. And I put her back to the place where she comes from.
The pasture next to our House.
It seems that she will be back on my patio faster than me.
But I saved from the cooking pot.
Watch the one on the bike Thats my snail.