In a different chapter of the book entitled "Toto, We're Not In Kansas Anymore".....
..... these are sooooo not your mother's average garden snail.
Imagine stepping on one of those (or two, as they tend to be very social and are usually seen in pairs or groups) .... in the dark.... in your flippies. No, thankfully, I have avoided that particular indelicacy... so far. I think you could turn an ankle on one of these beasts.
They say Maui has no snakes... I don't know. I think they are camoflauged and hiding out in these armor-plated shells, meeting nightly and planning for the revolution.