I was set to leave the house this morning about 9 o'clock with plans to donate blood, mail some bills, and pick up a package at the post office. As I was about to step into my car, I noticed a snail on the floor of my garage. Its shell was about one inch in diameter. Perhaps a bit larger. Yikes! :) So, I called Carolyn (mama to 4 kids) to see if they'd be interested in said snail. Sure! So, I popped it into a box (I don't know what I'd have done if it had been a shell-less slug) and drove on over. Zachary (who turned 8 in February) was thrilled beyond belief. He took the box excitedly from me and just couldn't take his eyes off his new prize. There was plenty of nudging and looking and noting the slime trail it left behind as it wandered slowly around the box. He asked how the snail could breathe in that box and I said it was just a temporary holding pen. His mom told him they could find one of their old containers (used on previously "owned" bugs, butterflies, etc.) for the snail to live in. I stayed around for about 5 minutes before continuing on with my planned errands. Zach piped up as I got to the door: "I'm gonna name him Bob!" Heh heh. I loved it. Bob the snail. I called a couple of hours later when I got home 'cause I'd found another snail in my garage. His shell was about half the size of Bob's. I asked about Bob and was told he was living in the lap of luxury with lots of leaves and grass to munch on. Poor mini-Bob out in my garage...with only dust and fuzz to munch on. Ah well. Them's the breaks.
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