But unfortunately for Mr. Over-Dweller, his mother unexpectedly had reason to climb the ladder to his tower, and inadvertently discovered his collection of … s n a i l s. SNAILS! Yes, they were (somewhat) contained, but the Mother was not pacified by that flimsy detail. She promptly exiled the slime balls to the outskirts of the property and invited their caregiver back on condition that he returns sans gastropods. Further stipulations were clearly communicated to avoid any future misunderstanding on the issue: NO SNAILS are welcome in ANY room, bed, closet, space or surface of this house.
The Over-Dweller left the crime scene with drooping shoulders and a perplexed look of complete surprise and incomprehension. The Mother heard him mumble some parting words to the effect of: “… only snails …my bed after all…so cute…cold outside…” Tempted to get the last word in with a reply containing the key words “my house…slime…dirt…yuck” the Mother miraculously held her tongue. And despite those puppy dog eyes that pleaded on behalf of snail-rights, she was not swayed from her verdict: no.more.snails.in.this.house.