I found a snail with a cracked shell on my run today. I picked him up and brought him home and now he's happily munching on leaf of romaine on my desk. I have looked up ways to repair the shell, but mostly he just needs a safe environment to heal up. So I currently have a snail hospital on my desk.
He's Shy.
I used to keep snails as pets as a little kid. I was always a total tomboy. My mom was a florist and she would get these huge shipments of plants from all sorts of warm environments, and often there where large snails living in the flowers. Since she couldn't leave them outside in the Oregon cold, she would bring them home to me where I would tend them and care for them.
Every one of them had a name that started with an "H".
Don't ask me why, I was 10.
Don't ask me why, I was 10.
I dub thee Hilda!
I loved snails so much that in high school I still had a huge jar of them as pets and did a big ol' report on the different types of mollusks I could find. If that didn't solidify my place as king of the dorks nothing could. I even brought them in for the report and "showed off" my collection in a total nerdgasm of joy.
Ah Memories.
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