Yesterday morning, we came across a huge snail (size of my fist) that was right in the middle of a narrow path that we take on the way to Ethan's school. It was crawling slowly presumably to the other side of the path. We skirted around it and continued our way but I just had to turn back. I knew I had to save it from the misfortune of being crushed by the numerous bicycles that ply that path. I volunteered my 2 boys because I was feeling squirmish. But they didn't want to touch it either. Maybe it's because the snail was really big? Anyway, I decided to do it myself. I aimed my thumb and index finger at the huge shell and pulled. Guess what? It was stucked fast to the ground like some kind of suction thingy and immediately withdrew its body into the shell. I tried again but it was stuck so tightly that I gave up and we went on our way.
It was still there when Ewan and I returned after sending Ethan to school. I only hope that it would be ok. I have done it a disservice really. At least it had a small chance of crawling to the other side without breaking his back.
In the afternoon when we went on the same way to pick Ethan up from school, the snail was crushed (believe me, you wouldn't want me to describe the ugly remains) and of course I was crushed too. Ewan sensing my sadness consoled me saying "At least you tried". (So adult hoh)
In the evening we shared the unfortunate incident with papa during dinner. He launched into the technical aspects of picking up a snail. Men. Always so fast to offer solutions to your problems and not responding to your feelings, of disappointment in this case (that I wasn't able to save a snail). Fortunately, my feelings for the snail was not that deep ;-) or I would have picked up a fight with papa, ha!
Yeh I've tried but maybe I could have persevered a little more and tried harder to yank the snail off the ground. In any case, I will not walk down that path the same way again =)
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