The other day, my son found a slug and insisted he wanted to take it home with him. I tied telling him how they would destroy all our plants, but he refused to budge.
“The poor snail is homeless”, he said. “We have to take care of it.”
A little bit of prodding revealed that he thought the slug was actually a snail that had lost its shell.
Once I found out, it was easy enough to talk him out of his charitable venture.
Homeless snails! What next?