Carly Simon sings as scene opens. Oh, well, not as blockbuster a situation as that, but I am wondering if a snail has become very inamored with me.
Last week I noticed a large snail crawling up the metal framework of the door to my office. A say a large snail, for it is about as large a snail as I have ever seen, though I am quite sure it is not escargot sized. I have never seen escargot, have no plans on seeing any, as I am unlikely to ever want to eat them, and, as far as I know, they live in France. I have never been to France, or if I was in France, I was not aware I was in France. I did take a bus once from Germany to England. I know the ferry landing on the continental side was in Belgium, or so I was told, but I cannot be sure that somewhere between where we left in Germany and when we arrived in Belgium, that we did not cross over into France. We didn't stop, or if we did, I do not remember it. Enough with France. Back to the snail.
I gently removed the large snail from the metal framework and laid it in the grass that lines each side of the sidewalk to my door. I actually laid it in the grass to the left of the door, for those of you who worry about such details, because the snail was on the framework on the left-hand side of the door. This was a week ago yesterday.
Last Friday I noticed the snail was crawling up the red bricks that make up the face of my office building, but as it was not likely to get crushed in between the door and the frame, as I had feared when I had last seen it, I allowed it to continue whatever pursuits it was intent upon accomplishing.
Well, today, as I was getting ready to leave, I noticed the snail was attached to the outside of the office window. If it has not moved by the time I go in tomorrow, I will assume it was just trying to find a location to peek inside to discover what activities took place inside. Either that, or it is in love with me and stalking me.
Posted by Tiger at April 29, 2003 06:12 PM | TrackBack