Resting in Vinomaker's palm (he makes a great hand-model, doesn't he?), are dozens of garden snail eggs. These eggs were a 'gift with purchase' courtesy of a bag of Miracle-Gro Potting Mix. Sigh. As a result, Vinoland has now been inadvertently inoculated with hundreds of these little snaily-gems. Some large, some small, some so ripe that they popped when I touched them (I hate when that happens). Now, I'm no conchologist, so they could actually be slugs eggs. But regardless of which particular gastropod these eggs belong to they are most definitely French. How do I know this? Because one just winked at me. Sacrebleu!