Well, it's my first post, and what does it have to be about? That's right, something gross. Heather insists that I show the world what she has to endure when she comes home on rainy days. She calls it, "Attack of the Snails". This morning she had to fight her way to the front door, while deftly dodging the hordes of marauding Gastropoda (snails for the layman). After observing her superior juking and jiving, I was inclined to suggest that she try out for the local football team, but the look of utter horror on her face cause me to rethink that comment. I think the best part was when she yelled "look out behind you!" as I made my way to the front steps. I know snails have a reputation for being slow and methodical, but believe me, you don't want to be the victim of a snail ambush! Lucky for me, Heather was keeping an eye out as she hopped up and down and huffed and puffed as if we were back in Lamaze class.
So, while she put Elliot down for a nap, I collected a box of roughly 260 snails. Heather did come out and take the picture of the box 'o snails, and for that I am very proud. It was then off to the small pond down the street, when I set the little guys free to terrorize someone else's wife.
3 comments:
Aaron, I am greatly entertained by your first post. The fact that snails horrify my sister makes me laugh hysterically. Don’t let her convince you to make the snail transporting an every day event. Take care!
Way to go bro! Just wait until you are here in Cincy and the 17-year cicadas emerge. That is something to really fear!
Thanks for the posts you two! Yes, unfortunately, Heather is scared of just about anything that is alive. She utterly refuses to go on Fear Factor with me, even just hypothetically. But you gotta love her. She actually killed a couple of spiders by herself (she said she had to save the child).
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