Funny story: I just checked my non-electronic mailbox to find some advertising crap (I guess you can overlook the “DO NOT ENTER ADVERTISING AND OHER CRAP” sticker if you’re blind) and, and that’s the fun part, a snail. Jepp. With house and everything. My mailbox is at a height of about a meter and there’s a lid closing it so there’s no way for a snail to get into it by itself. At least if this snail doesn’t have superpowers (Silver-Snail? Snail-Girl? The incredible Snail?). This gives snail-mail a whole new definition.. strange stuff.. err, what’s for dinner?

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