The miniscule snail, settle snugly between the tightly-packed folds of a humungous cabbage I'd got at the Farmers' Market, didn't know what had almost hit him. I had just sliced it in two before scooping out the centre for coleslaw and using the outer leaves as a shell for stuffing and baking, after boiling it. I gouged out the gobbet of leaves around him, and transferred him to the garden. Throughout this operation, the creature's antennae alternately undulated and retracted; no doubt he was wondering why his crispy universe was being disrupted. Read next feature >