A Paradox of Snails�

2001-05-24

This morning's casualties: Twelve snails

Twelve snails! Twelve big snails! It was a squishy, crunchy morning. Yuk! I can't believe that there were twelve snails that size out there. I squash snails darn near every single morning. My garden is tiny, maybe twelve by fifty feet. Yet there they were.

Maybe it was just that I got up early and had time to find all the little buggers.

On a whole 'nother subject, I finally had my first guestbook entry from Grouse Thanks, Grouse. Why anyone would want to grow out of snowball fights, I don't know. Though I probably don't have a proper appreciation for snow, having seen actual snow maybe four times during my life.

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