It has been hot in the Bay Area. Despite the recent installation of insulation, my studio was sweltering today. I told the painters that if the indoor temperature went over 95 degrees, we would all go home early. (It only got to 92.)
After work, I gave my garden a good watering, and as I was messing with the compost pile I noticed a strange sensation on my ankle. A snail was climbing up my leg.
Considering how sweaty I was, I think that snail must have been trying to use the salt on my legs to commit suicide.