Tuesday, August 14, 2018


We're in the final week of summer before school starts. We're trying to S-L-O-W D-O-W-N time. What better way to do that than to observe shelled gastropod mollusks, aka snails.

The sight of snails still fascinates me because during our 7 years living in Tucson I never once saw a snail. I saw every other critter, but not snails.  Since moving to Switzerland, I am always surprised when one crosses my path...or rather, I cross theirs.
Hoisting himself out of the storm drain.

Crossing the dirt running path.

And blazing a trail.

Some snails hide in plain sight:
Can you see him?


Did you know, the speed of snails is around 0.5-0.8 inches per second? If they moved without stopping, it would take more than a week to complete 1 kilometer.

Today's poem is a limerick about a poor, poor snail:
A garden snail from Avondale
Took a trip -- an epic fail
Sailing on the sea
In a fit of glee

The snail was dinner for a whale.*
©2018, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.
*This version of this poem is thanks to Joy, poet extraordinaire, 
for her expert feedback on my original limerick.


  1. Poor snail! We don't see many here in Colorado either, but when I did, I used to bring it into class for students to sketch! I love watching them! Happy s.l.o.w!

  2. I've been thinking about the similarities between Switzerland and Colorado - it must be the elevation/mountains. What a great idea to have student's sketch the snails. You're so clever, Linda. =)

  3. I probably should know more about snails since I live in SLO.