cooksr: I love it. I was constantly collecting snail shells and always drove my parents crazy asking them to take me for long walks as a kid. I don't think I ever told them that I was casing the far end of town for grickle-grass so I could find the Once-ler, hear the story, and get that Very Last Truffula Seed of Them All. I spent a lot of time stressing out over the difficulty of determining whether a snail shell had, in fact, belonged to a great-great-great-grandfather.
If I ever get a hand free and figure out where I put the snail shells I found in my garden this spring, I'm going to make a little Lorax retablo-type thing out of an Altoids tin, with fifteen cents, a nail, and some Seuss images inside and out.