It's that time of year again... that magical time when, in the cold and misty night after a good rain, every snail in creation shows up on the driveway in front of our house. I'm not kidding. I think there's some sort of invisible snail sign on our garage door that proclaims, "HOT DATE NIGHT EVERY TUESDAY, come gitcha some sweet mollusk lovin' right 'chere!" or something similar, because they all congregate and start doing the snail equivalent of "hey baby, what's your sign?" all over the pavement.
Just out of curiosity, I went out my front door and picked up as many snails as were on the first two squares of walkway, putting them into the makeshift Snail Counting Bucket. I stopped counting at seventeen or so, then set them free to work their wiles.
Anyway, if any of you faeries need snails for anything at all, from transportation to escargot, I've got lots and they're going cheap! Please, take them off my hands (or at least my pavement; I dread backing the car out over them).
2 comments:
So Oregon has snails rather than slugs? Why are we so lucky to be land of slug?
Oh, we have slugs as well--just not anywhere near as many. I guess this pavement has been marked as Snail turf, yo.
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