Just a day after the live-snail-glued-to-popsicle episode, Tristan woke at 4am and declared that he was worried about something.  Assuming that he had had a bad dream or something and since Isaac had already relocated to Phelan’s bed earlier in the night, I invited Tristan to join me in the big bed.  He climbed in and continued to toss and turn and tell me how worried he is about his snails.  Apparently he had brought home some live snails from camp, “in a chip bag” and Phelan had left them somewhere and Tristan was worried because he didn’t know where they were and, “what if they don’t have any food?”

I kept reassuring him that the issue could wait ‘til morning, but he continued to suffer and worry and it became clear there would be no sleep for either of us until the issue was resolved.  He asked if he could go and look for his snails and I told him to go right ahead and even let him know where to find a flashlight.

pause.

“Is it dark outside?”

I informed him that it was, indeed dark.

“Will you come with me?”

Fast forward...

4:15am...mother and son...naked...in backyard with flashlight...looking for snails.

Tristan did find one of his snails.  I convinced him to put it in the garden rather than in a jar.  He ventured to the garden to release the snail and spotted a raccoon...he ran for the house and decided to accept my assurances that the other snail was probably just fine.

Just another chapter in the adventures of an urban Snail Rescue Team.

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...and more on the naked theme:

Some weeks back, Isaac and I

came upon Phelan stark naked

with his little ‘hose’ threaded

through the centre of his Elmo

DVD!

(I airbrushed it out for the sake

of internet decency...)

He was delighted with his discovery

and it was VERY FUNNY.