Monday, 22 September 2008
My Dad’s had a running battle with a snail!
Recently I went to do his cleaning and noticed a snail trail under his rocking chair. I pointed it out to him and he suggested that a snail had got in whilst he was out in he garden because he’d left the door open. I hoovered the carpet and had a good look round but couldn’t find any snail.
The following day I telephoned him, as I always do, to ask if he was OK and he said
“The snail’s been back again!”
This conversation went on until Saturday, when I went to visit him again, my brothers and I searched the place but couldn’t find any snails.
Saturday and Sunday night, the phantom snail left it’s trail again! By this time my Dad was at breaking point, he hadn’t been sleeping properly getting up practically every hour to try to catch the snail. He said
“ I was up at 3 a.m. and there was no sign of it, but at 4 a.m. it had been and gone!”
I know I shouldn’t laugh but I couldn’t help it.
Dad had a plan.
On Sunday night he put newspaper down, covered in slug pellets, in the small area favoured by the snail and went to bed determined not to get up during the night – he was knackered, he needed sleep.
Monday morning bright and early Dad rushed into his lounge and there on the paper was the snail – dead! Success!! However, the snail must have decided it wouldn’t die in vain, it had deviated from it’s usual route and done a tour of the whole of Dad’s lounge, everywhere was covered in snail trail! Dad said
“The little bugger must have crawled over the pellets then decided to get it’s own back when it knew it was dying. I wouldn’t mind but it was only a little one!”
Dad’s sleeping peacefully again now