There are some decent arguments for being a snail. They’re always at home wherever they go, and without any bones they don’t have to worry about back pain. I’m achy and grouchy today so that feels relevant.
This image is from May 2019 in Indiana and appears to be a Mesodon species, though I’m no expert on snails. I noticed it crawling around on a rotting log and watched for a while as it snacked on the decomposing wood and explored. And it watched me, too: The black dots atop its stalks are indeed eyes, although some snail species also have additional photoreceptors that allow them to instantly respond to lighting changes that could indicate the shadow of a predator.
As it stayed generally unbothered, apparently photographers aren’t so scary.
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