It is hard to not to laugh and squeal at the sight of my son and his escargot clan. When we decided to make the move from Colorado to Neuchâtel I had no idea that Jean Pierre would get to Switzerland and bring back escargot from his outdoor excursions. I use to think escargot as a delicious meat to add to parsley, garlic and butter. Now unfortunately I see them as family, protecting them from bad placement where they can easily get crushed under foot and picking up after them as they leave behind a gooey mess. Soon enough the season will change and both I and the escargot will get some rest.