Mia I think takes after her dad where “wild life” is concerned, my husband is completely pro-life he catches flies to set them free in the great outdoors… Mia wants to kiss all the dogs in the street and was truly unhappy that I stood in her way when she wanted to go out to meet some of our garden snails up close and personal.
I am no lover of garden snails, raised in a household where it was “good” to tackle your snail problem with table salt… My husband has very seriously outlined that this “sadistic” habit will not be tolerated; after he came back from work to found a couple of snail corpses in his garden years ago. The heaps of table salt was the tell-tale signs that the demise of this snail convention was in no means hara-kiri… but murder; with me the only suspect. Now to preserve my wedded bliss I try not to see them, yet with the rain these last couple of days they are back in eye sight, and this is where my morning gets derailed…
She sees the snail on the outside window and in her new found understandable speech tells me “snail” I very proud with her perfect diction says yes it i;s while glaring at this slimy creature. This is obviously after I caught my breath chasing after her to get her into her shirt… Now comes the real drama, she wants the snail and she wants it NOW. No matter how much I try she will not forget and she is in tears because her dreaded mother tries to come between her and her beloved snail.
As I already pointed out I am no snail lover, but I also know that Mia literally love the snails to death. So in a way I am being kind to the snails by keeping her away from them, she either tries to suck them from their shells or she crushes their shells, either way I don’t think it is any better to be loved to death; so I prevail no snails for her this morning.
Ultimately she is clothed and ready for the day, she forgets about the snail or so I think… What is the first thing she shows her father when they got back this evening? Snail!!!! and so it all started again…
September 2024 – Nothing has changed, where ever we go rubbish is collected and thrown in the bin. We did something right! YAY!
