In 1980 when I went to CalArts fresh out of HS there were walls in Valencia at night that were covered with snails. Escargot size. And I should know because I had a rich beau who ate escargot with me all garlicky buttery in those little plates one could easily use as watercolor pans. I remember thinking wow I could harvest these and sell them to escargot makers! Probably the last decent business idea I had.
The other night I was walking Charley Chan down near the animal hospital and I actually had to watch where I stepped there were so many frickin’ snails on the sidewalk!
What’s next, abalone stepping stones?