Writings in the Sand

There's no such thing as one pet snail

The media prompt this month has reminded me of our family's brief stint as caretakers of a garden snail. I know very little about disco snails (other than what they told me in the song) but some deep diving into the care and feeding of snails makes me very glad that we didn't keep one for long. Did you know that snails are hermaphrodites and can reproduce without a mate, laying dozens to hundreds of eggs at one time? *shiver*

Anyway, here's my snail poem:

Snails are everywhere they say
though I never saw one, till I moved away
Away is a somewhere, though it closer be
to the ocean, what some might call the sea
It was there The Boy found a snail on the siding
Was it slithering up? perhaps downward sliding?
I said “I think it is just enjoying the view”
“Whatever”, The Boy said, and launched a rescue
It didn't matter that it was slimy and wet
The Boy vowed it would make a fine pet
Until, while in The Boy’s hand it did linger
And left a trail of poop on his finger.