The Great Migration of '09.
Mar. 18th, 2009 02:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldneiThe Zweeble and I went down to the mailbox. There was what looked like gravel strewn partway across the bottom of the driveway. Upon closer glance, I discovered it wasn't gravel--it was snails! Lots and lots of little snails! All in the shell, none out or moving, but some stuck together in clumps.
The Zweeble looks, too, and is excited: "Hi little snails! Hi!" I check the mail and make my way back through the crowd of snails. The Zweeble pauses, looks around, sees he's surrounded. Then he carefully makes his way through them, saying (I kid you not), "Excuse me please!"
The Zweeble looks, too, and is excited: "Hi little snails! Hi!" I check the mail and make my way back through the crowd of snails. The Zweeble pauses, looks around, sees he's surrounded. Then he carefully makes his way through them, saying (I kid you not), "Excuse me please!"
