I do not know enough about snails.

The front yard of our apartment building is quite nice, being fully landscaped and flowered and stuff. It’s really very pretty except for when the drunken idiots throw their garbage and empties all over the yard. Because there’s a lot of plant life, there are a lot of bugs. Some of these bugs are snails, complete with fancy shells and slimy trails of snail ooze. I am utterly fascinated by them, going so far as to name my favourite and check up on him every time I am outside.

The thing is, it’s almost impossible to tell a dead snail from a live one. I was very worried for a while, because Dave II hadn’t moved in days. I picked him up once and poked the fleshy parts very carefully with a leaf, and he flinched – so I put him back on the wall where no one would step on him. For 5 days, he didn’t move from his new spot so I was worried that he was dead. Finally I picked him up again, and look! Squishy and wet! Dave II is still alive, and I did a little dance.

Yesterday when I checked on him, he STILL hadn’t moved – but he had reglued himself to the wall, so I knew he was probably still okay and not as excited to see me as I was to see him. Today, he was not where I left him and I was worried – but then! I found him! He had crawled down the other side of the wall, undoubtedly to get away from me! I am just happy that Dave II is alive and has not yet been eaten or stomped on.

I am showing near superhuman restraint at the Space Office – everything has to be packed by the end of the day tomorrow, and do not have any boxes. Wheeeeeee! Also, there are new tools being launched tonight that need some heavy duty testing tomorrow. Hahah! It’s not my problem though, right? They said so!

Oh god.