The secret lives of snails

I don’t really know anything about the secret lives of snails, but I do have a lot of snails.  They’re in my aquarium, and I think they came as stowaways on plants long-ago destroyed by the plecostamus.  He just can’t have nice things.  Now I’ve got one Chocolate Chip Spiny Pleco, about two dozen snails of indeterminate species (not Black Mystery or Apple snails—perhaps Zebra Nerita), and about two thousand baby snails on the way.  These things produce like rabbits, and while I would toss the egg clutches without guilt, I can’t reach them.  I’ve considered buying some loaches to eat the snails, but then I’d feel like a serial killer enabler.  I’m conflicted.  One thing I will say about the snails is that they may be called “peaceful” aquarium dwellers, but they’re very cantankerous with each other.  If two snails accidentally cross paths on the way to a particularly delectible patch of algae, they’ll poke at each other and push and shove until one turns around and heads in a different direction.  They don’t do the ant thing, where they just climb over each other and keep going.  They seem to engage in pretty serious brawls, and I guess if I was smart I would film these battles and market them.  I could call it “The Ultimate Fighting Championship” and then in teeny-tiny font I’d write “snail-style”.  So in conclusion, what I’ve discovered about the secret lives of snails is that they seem to be quite ill-tempered.

I’ve also discovered that I need a new book to read (oh, I’ve got plenty to chose from, I just need to pick one off the shelf).  I’ve currently got three different books of “short non-fiction” on the go, and I keep starting a new one because I can’t seem to finish any of them.  I like them all individually, but I think I need a “real” full-length book to keep my mind occupied.  I think I can only read short stories in small doses.

I’m listening to a CD, Jane Siberry, “A Collection: 1984-1989”.  It brings back a lot of good memories of seeing Jane live on a couple of occasions, and of always hearing something new in her music.  Oddly enough, before the CD arrived in the mail I’d had some lyrics from it running through my head, “I know you must be there because people stop and talk to you”.  I once dated that person too :p

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 02/22 at 11:30 PM

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