When Andie & I were 4 & 5, one of the chores we had was picking all the snails out of the geraniums. We’d stick them to the sides of our red wagon, then pull our cargo out and put them in a line in the middle of the street in front of our house. Then we’d sit on the curb and wait to see what would happen.
Who said little girls were sugar and spice all the time?
The last snail that didn’t get smished was declared the winner and was put back in the geraniums.
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1 Peg // Mar 26, 2008 at 6:03 pm
That’s so funny-Diane would do that too! When they didn’t get smished, they’d have their shells peeled and she’d feed them to the goose that lived up at the top of 8th Street. Escargot, anyone?
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