I remember learning about the snail in school, eyes on sticks, slow meandering spiral. I remember going home to look for snails in the garden, but mom told me I wouldn’t find any because she ensures that they do not eat her plants. Right. They do. Pity.
The years went by and I forgot all about the anatomy of a snail, until the day I stood in class and taught my own children about the meandering spiral. I home-schooled my kids and we went out into the garden to find us some snails. It was quite a search, but we came across a few and hunkered in the foliage to watch how they move. The reason I am sharing this with you isn’t because of what a snail is able to do to a plant, or about its anatomy; the reason is about magic. We were entranced, sitting there in dappled sunlight watching these slow creatures, eyes on sticks wafting about. They were so precise in their movements, yet casual, and they seemed complete in themselves, little magical moving shells carefully watching their surroundings. Today I smile about this and I know you will too. To date, I haven’t again killed a snail and neither have my kids (they are adults now). I am aware of the damage a snail can cause, but there are other ways of discouraging them. To me they remain magical and every time I see one I am reminded of that time in a garden somewhere, the day we were entranced together. This is why I smile, it is a beautiful memory.
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