#61 He Cares for My Snail

I felt it was high time I gave you an update on Snaily.  I have to admit, I was a little worried a few weeks back.  Snaily was laying on his side, on the bottom of the tank, and his insides looked like they were shriveling up.

Ok, I'm not a snail person.  Or a fish person.  I just like to look at them.  Therefore, I don't know the terminology for what part of his body the 'insides' are.

And I refuse to Google it.

In fact, I'm not even a true pet person so I don't really know how to communicate my feelings here.  I can only say that I felt a little sorry for Snaily, and hoped he hadn't kicked the bucket just yet.

Amazingly enough, a few days later, he was back to inching his way around the tank.

Here are the famous insides I was talking about.  When I thought he had died, the insides were a grayish color and looked ringy....like the insides of a tree.

Boy, am I using great vocabulary here today!

I promise, these pictures were just taken this week.

I really hope my hubby didn't pull the old parent trick on me and buy a new snail and swap out old Snaily #6.

I don't think I could live with that.

#46 He Buys Snails

In an effort to aide him in his job of cleaning the fish tank, hubby has been buying snails for sometime. Someone, somewhere (probably, say, the pet store?) recommended them to help keep the tank clean. But, all that our snails have ever done is die.

Right now we're on the last half of our third pair of snails. (Simply stated, our 6th snail). We would get a pair of snails, then one would die and the other would follow along shortly thereafter. Don't worry about me though. I don't get too attached. In fact, I'm so sentimental towards them that they all have the same name: Snaily.

I know, I'm super original.

This last snail has really amazed me. Not only has he hung on despite the odds being against him, but he's also been very mobile. I get real excited when I see his slimy bottom on the other side of the aquarium glass. Usually, with our other snails, all we could ever see was their shell.

(This is what I get to see on a good day).

And let me clarify, I don't like slugs. I like snails. In my tank. To look at, not to touch.

Okay, I had to say that.

It was mere chance when I saw true incredulousness from Snaily #6 the other night.

Here's how it went down. Hubby and I were already in bed. Like, for a few minutes already. Like, not wanting to get up again for at least a million and one years.

It was then from down below we heard a clang! clutter! crash! Rolling over with a groan, hubby got up, grabbed his weapon of choice, and headed downstairs prepared to meet the villain we assumed was in our kitchen.

I tried to stay upstairs, you know, in case there was an actual real intruder in the house and I needed to call the police and then hop out of my window to run for safety. But curiosity overcame me. I grabbed my cell phone and slowly headed downstairs.

That's when I saw this:

Well, excuse me, Snaily #6! Apparently Snaily #6 loves the nightlife. He's got to boogie...on the disco 'round...oh yea!

Sorry.

I was blown away. Hubby could have been wrestling down an ax murderer and I would have been on my knees, nose pressed into the aquarium glass, yelling for them both to come over and see how awesome my snail was.

Good thing the noise in the kitchen was just something that had fallen on top of the stove.