Tisa, Well, I'd have to buy the beer first! And buying beer for snails seems a trifle odd. Can you picture the clerk trying to shush me up as I try to get answers to what kind of beer is prefered by snails... and customers flee rather than face the image of a drowned snail in their pilsner glass? Note: my preferred method of execution is throwing them into the street. Their shells often crack so they can't readily crawl back across the hot asphalt, and the birds get an easy meal. No mess, no fuss. Carolly the Gardener