Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails
On Sunday Orpheus, who at 5 is a budding gardener, was playing in Pop's yard. He came running into the house to show us that he had found a snail in the garden. When he was starting to get bored of looking at it, he offered it to Phineas. Naturally, Phineas declined and told Orpheus to put it back where he found it. So, imagine Phineas' surprise when he went to open the trunk of our car yesterday and there was the snail crawling across the trunk. Apparently, it stowed away and hitched a ride from Brooklyn to NJ.
When I called Orpheus to tell him about our stow away, he:
1 - pretended not to know how the snail got on our car (*gasp* did I do that Aunt Clio?)
2 - said we should keep it like a pet (and name him Gary, like SpongeBob's pet snail but he won't meow like Gary, Aunt Clio, cause snails don't really do that, just SpongeBob's)
3 - suggested that we put it in a fish tank (but not with water, Aunt Clio. No water.)
4 - buy all the lettuce we can so that we have something to feed him
Anyway, Phineas had already set Gary free.