I’d be the first to admit that I’m no good with plants. Well, I would be, if I could be bothered with that exhausting stuff about plants, like watering and … well, do you have to do anything else?
Nevermind, I rarely do.
But after one week I find two very strange things. The first is a tear in one of the leaves of my new ficus. That wouldn’t be grounds for suspicion, but than I see somthing else:A tiny small snail, running away from the scene of the crime. Pictured above and below, respectivly, so now I am wondering: Do I host the strongest snail ever? The Hulk, reborn as a snail? Snailzilla? Count Snail?
Maybe not, but creepy nonetheless.