Sheldon discusses hibernation

Whilst creeping through the kitchen the other night for a snack, a thought came to my head. Winter is here! What's a modern snail to do? And why am I not hibernating?

I remember hearing from some "older-generation" snails that there was a time when 'everyone' hibernated. (Of course they were probably biased by their own genus/species.) It was the only way for one to survive the bitter cold and lack of fresh produce. "Not one tender leaf or delicately pungent rot would be found - and that's when ya' knew it was time to seal up til Spring."

So I'm thinking all this while scraping at a bit of leek that C. left out for the four of us. We actually have a choice to seal up instead of watching Seinfeld re-runs, or playing with tinsel, or sitting here blogging! But that choice wouldn't exist if we weren't kept and cared for by humans who don't eat us. I am grateful for my circumstances.

But who knows.. maybe next year I'll try hibernating - a lot of snails still do every cold season, and maybe I'd even lose a couple of micrograms :)

Gary's po'try collection

As readers know, one of our very own snails is a gifted writer of haiku. We'd like to take this moment to feature a short selection of his work:

I flew through the air

and cracked as I landed. OUCH!

Why did he throw me?


Planned to take a glide

-but today, I think I'll rest

and repair my shell.

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concrete damp from rain

no ominous foot in sight

great day for a glide

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condiments to some

weapons of mass destruction

to creatures like me

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San Francisco fog

moistens the path before me

my home outside home

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hungry for lettuce

we gather in providence

consuming a leaf

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a glistening trail

is all that's left of my friend

breakfast for a crow

Ghastly! Appalling!

First our sick and elderly are fattened up, and now our children won't even get to hatch?!

It's just so upsetting....

Great T-shirt from Heuristic Squelch

Weather has been moist. Gonna glide around the front yard and look for spare change.. If we find enough, maybe we can buy this t-shirt for C!