Sunday Snail

A nice slow snail for a no hurry Sunday. As a kid in Missouri, I read an article about snails that motivated me to spend hours looking for a snail of my own. I found a nice big one and kept it in an old baby food jar. It survived on a steady diet of lettuce, the only suitable snail food my Mom brought home from the grocery on a regular basis. I had kept it for about a year when I was told we were moving to Ohio. Not wanting to leave my snail behind as ordered by my Father, I pushed the jar into a sock and packed it with my underwear. I think my Mother wondered why I was so concerned about my underwear making it safely to Ohio. The snail lived for about another year after the move.