The pet I'll never forget: Bryan the snail was moist and silent - and my best friend in a world of bullies

I adopted Bryan after my only friend moved away. I fed him milk and cleared up his tendrils of poo, while he provided much-needed companionship'What a horrid little snail!" my grandad exclaimed when he saw my new pet. In the past, I might have agreed with him. Snails were slow, moist and silent, making them boring and gross. Yet reading a history book about what the Romans did to them - getting them addicted to milk by lacing it with salt, fattening them up so much they couldn't fit into their shells - left me horrified.I vowed that I would right historical wrongs and be the valiant protector of the next snail I saw. I would give it a happy life with all the salt-free milk it could drink. Continue reading...