Over the past few weeks, I’ve noticed our sage developing holes. Lots and lots of holes.
“Something’s eating your sage,” The Unicorn said as we left for work on a recent morning.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said.
“Perhaps it’s snails.”
I shook my head. I hadn’t seen a snail outside in weeks. Maybe months! It’s hard to say. Besides, The Unicorn stepped on the last one I saw, leaving only a shattered shell behind. Why discuss this further? IT WAS NOT SNAILS.
Or so I thought. Until I got home from work that very same day.
I arrived to a veritable snail convention on our front steps. The Unicorn…he may speak the truth.