Residue

Arriving home this afternoon, I noticed this dead piece of chewed up apple on the concrete in the front yard.
The sun was at just the right angle to reveal/expose a multitude of snail and slug trails to and from the apple.

It looked so wonderful, i just had to photograph it. I like to think that there was this frenzied feast taking part during the night and that the snail and slug trails are the only evidence of that event.

Like blood splatters left at a murder scene, the trails hint at the brutality of the attack on that poor defenceless piece of apple. Poor little apple.