Sylvia happily jumped in every puddle -- until her pants got wet, and then she whimpered until we agreed to go back home.
On the way back, we ran into a friend and her dad collecting snails from a drainpipe. They gave us one and directions on how to feed and care for it. Sylvia wouldn't touch it but she named it Shamas Thomas. Pics tomorrow if it survives the night.
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