We got a new snail! She is brown and curvy, and gosh she's on the move. Snails deal with a lot of speed slander. They're actually quite zippy. Haulin' shell and whatnot.
Anyway, a couple weeks into her time here we found her on the outside of the tank! She just suctioned right up and out! So silly. ...Until we found her down the whole shelving unit. Puhg carefully wiggled her until she scrunched inside herself and then dropped her back into the sea grass. Over the past couple weeks she's been out of control. A few days ago we found her halfway to the living room, a literal slime trail from her watery home.
I worry. I found her quite dry in a precarious corner. I'm looking at her now, suctioned to a rock, upside down. I find myself checking at least a few times a day, sometimes turning on my phone flashlight to really get in every and any crevice. I wish I could teach her to stay put--just to allay my fear of crunching her one insomnia-riddled night! But she doesn't know leaving the tank is suicide. She's oozed over every inch already. She's just trying to find a new pond. Only I know there are no other ponds in the apartment. She cannot help it. She longs for adventure.
No comments:
Post a Comment