An Ode to Snailie-po and other things.

Why it is our bodies decide to surrender to illness at just the wrong point in time. I have either managed to contract a stomach virus or poison myself. Since I’m an above average cook and I’m surrounded 5 of 7 days by 120 dirty, germy little teenagers (and that's just in my classroom), I’m betting on the former. So I’m home all alone and no one to baby me (which the SO is very good at by the way).

I haven’t eaten all day and the idea of food is revolting. I must be very sick. No really, there is a package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs on the kitchen counter unopened. I’m not a chocolate fan, actually don’t much like it. Can’t stand the smell of it. But Reese’s Eggs are my equivalent of Amarinda’s Tim Tams. They are proof God loves us and wants us to be happy. If they had no calories it would be better proof. I’m just saying…



And finally, I must say a sad farewell today to one of our pets. Actually, I think it died a couple of days ago but with snails who knows. So goodbye to Snailie-po. (Named of course by the Children’s Librarian.) He was a good bottom dweller and a fine example to all snails everywhere. He was fascinating to watch, especially when he played the dropping game. He did too! He played! Snailie-po would crawl up the side of the aquarium until he reached the water’s edge. Then he’d let go and drop to the bottom. I imagin him giggling madly as he drifted down to the blue gravel below.

Snailie-po is survived by three neon tetras that will certainly miss having someone to clean up the place.