So, yeah - I mentioned all the fun beach treasures that we found Thursday, but failed to say we brought some home with us. And I have gotten pretty particular about what we take, because last year I found the coolest cluster of snail shells and brought them with us only to have them start moving when I tried to rinse them off in the back yard. ICK. Anyway, new goal is to always check things for signs of inhabitation/life before leaving the beach. And check I did - mostly all we had were some pretty shell pieces and a couple sticks of twisty drift wood, but Gabe did have one cool, big snail shell. Upon inspection it looked empty enough and Gabe played with it throughout the afternoon at the beach. When it was time to leave, we gathered our collection into a bag and put it into the trunk. That was the last I thought of it until this morning when we all piled into the car to go somewhere and Aaron says "Kristen, what did you leave in your car?!" I had no idea, but I did know that the stench that was pouring forth was not a good sign. We frantically tried to pinpoint the source and once I popped the trunk, the source revealed itself: the sack of shells, of course! I had been right, there was no snail inside that shell. There was, however, one very dead and stinky hermit crab! Poor little guy.
Moral of the story: just never, ever bring home a snail shell. Ever.
Rest in peace, Hermie.
2 comments:
That story is hilarious! It sounds like something *I* would do.
Blech! Decomposing flesh is the worst kind of stink. Can you still smell it in your car?
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