Snail Mail Blog
It was a usual morning at work, I was walking from building B back to building A and en route, there was a snail. I can’t remember the last time I saw a snail outside of a fish tank. Even cooler than the snail that I saw, was that it was more than just the shell, it’s little head was poking out. And even though from my 5 feet 4 inches view from above I couldn’t see her moving, it’s possible that she was moving in some general direction. Most likely out of the way of wandering humans that could in one step, decimate her.
I’m always on the hunt for something interesting to take a picture of. Today that interesting thing was a snail. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have a camera (my brand new digital camera that I had had for only a week has been on vacation with my parents for almost three weeks); so, what did I do, I picked up the snail and took it with me back to my desk. Of course, upon picking her up she receded into her shell, and I didn’t think that she was going to come back out, but she did, and that was cool. After so poking and prodding by coworkers, I set her down on my desk and she proceeded to creep around my desk. It was way cool.
I tracked down a camera and took a picture of Sally (yes, we named her).

This is her up close, slimy tail and all, I liked her antennae the most, I had to wait patiently for her to stick them out that long. In this next pic, you can’t see her particularly well, but you can see the slime trail she left in her wake.

At one point, she had creeped all the way over from where she started, about a foot from my mouse pad, and within moments, she was there, climbing up the books that elevate my mousepad, and then a moment more than that she was about to creep onto my mousepad when I saw her trail on the books and decided I shouldn’t let her do that.
Yes, I am easily amused, and this was the great amusement that I got on this particular Wednesday morning.









I enjoyed the visit with the snail, too. You have an ability to analyze strange and unhappy things with an almost anthropological detachment. Way to go.
Best,
Jonathan