Just as Princess Davis was found this week, another pet went missing. Snail. I was not enthusiastic about a snail being on the loose in my house.
When unloading the dishwasher, I made the gruesome discovery.
The dishes had seemed a little slimy.
“I found Snail.” I said, “He went to heaven.”
I did not expect much of a reaction.
Dani rushed over and peered at the overcooked escargot. “Snail! Oh Snail! I love you Snail! I love you!” she tearfully cried, and cried.
We had a burial. Dani spoke.
“I loved Snail as much as I love you Mom. I would rather have Snail than every type of candy in the world.”
In retrospect, I probably should have snuck Snail into the garbage and not said a word.