So maybe we can forgive this proper? loving? nurturing? parent (though she has never consciously claimed any of those adjectives) that she has not lately inquired about the health and happiness of The Snails, and that she has actually secretly assumed them either deceased or fortunate escapees from their salad-container home.
Big was this parent's surprise to learn that the snails have somehow miraculously survived their contained existence. Furthermore, the discovery was made that we will soon have the privilege of receiving into our fold
cute little BABY snails!:-O
On closer examination (during which uno unfortunate embryo gave his life in order to prove his existence) it was confirmed: thirty-something baby gastropods are just waiting to hatch and meet their beaming owner. "I am so proud of them!" he chortled in his joy. "I did not know I could make them do this!"
Update: I apparently had it all wrong. "Not all boy snails," he corrected me, "there is at least one girl in there - so that they can keep making more and more and more baby snails, you know!"
Oh of course! Just what we need.:-/