I had a snail. His name was Gandalf. (Granted, snails are hermaphrodites and he has laid eggs, so technically he’s an “it,” but I don’t like that pronoun. I wish there was a third-gender pronoun in English. “They” doesn’t cut it for me.) He loves to explore and is very active most of the time when I get him out of his container.
Sure, I know he can’t understand me, but I still have fun talking to him.
The reason I don’t have him anymore is because I moved to Canada and even in the States it’s illegal to take snails across state borders. It’s sad. I miss him.