Mypalmike's Daily Caption Contest

Ugh. I'm moving at a snail's pace.

I didn't mean to drink that much last night,

but I was out with a bunch of bores.

When Gregor Samsa awoke from troubled dreams one morning, he found that he had been transformed in his yard into an enormous snail.

Subject to the fears and impulses of a snail, he was dangerously drawn to the bowls of stale beer his family had left in the garden to drown slugs.

Though nearby, the family were no help to Gregor, having been overtaken by their own sudden plot device, and now consumed with rooting for truffles.