Where's the salt?

The other day I came home from school to find this little guy right outside the front door. Now, I am used to seeing little creepy crawlers like this from California... we used to have a lot of fun salting them and watching them fizzle to death. Alright, so we aren't the most merciful of children, but there was just something satisfying about watching them fizzle. Kinda like when you catch a lightning bug and smear its guts all over yourself and you glow for a little while. But, this little snail was so little, I couldn't kill him and let him live. I put the penny next to him for size reference. I was hoping he wouldn't travel to far so Kristopher could see him when he got home from work, but he is a fast little scooter, and this is the only evidence that I have that he was with us!