Maybe I should retreat into my shell and hide

I had decided not to post any more about Scifi hubby and the snails (see here) as I thought it was just encouraging him. However he hasn’t actually stopped painting them. If a snail is stupid enough to come near our house it will be spotted, gently captured and sent away with a fresh paint job. We are a snail paint shop. He then sends me a photo expecting me to pat him on the head and tell him how clever he is, hence no more blogging about snails.

That was until today. Yesterday a particularly large and brave stupid snail actually came right up to our front door and I duly received a photo of Iron Man snail.

I didn’t think much of it until I was walking home from work today and passed a group of children in the playground near our house, they were walking across the grass carefully cupping their hands – which were full of snails! Except for one child who only had one snail in his hands and the other kids were all looking at it and laughing. You guessed it. It was Iron Man snail!

I always wondered where the snails went after they were released, how embarrassed they are and whether the other snails laugh at them? Now I’m wondering if Scifi hubby has accidentally started the latest children’s craze and how far it will spread? Maybe moving house soon is a good thing…

    Explanatory note: You may have worked out that we don’t live in the UK or USA. The country we live in is a bit like I imagine the UK was like in the 1950s – in particular kids walk to school on their own from a very young age, they play outside after school, they don’t live on computer games, they still draw chalk pictures on the pavements, every residential area has a well used playground (and not used by drunks and druggies) and most of the kids don’t have TVs in their bedrooms. This probably explains a lot…

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