Coming across a snail who had been drowning.
After mowing the lawn, I had to clean the tile over at the patio where I
came across a poor snail trying to crawl out of a shallow puddle. I gently took it into the palm of my hand and observed it. For the first time--the snail did not crawl back into its shell, but rather relaxed on my hand (very odd occurence indeed.).
I don't know who had been luckier....me or the snail. X)
I made it my pet, too, and named it 'Lord Morphie'.
:3 He's crawling on my knuckles right now! :3