Sarah Bender

A Meditation on Snails

I made a new friend

I was walking to work the other day, and I met this snail:
He looked like a pretty nice snail!
Did you know that you can buy a "mystery pack" of snails on Amazon?
Further research indicates that it's actually a pack of mystery snails you can purchase, not a mystery pack of snails. My mistake. According to

The Chinese mystery snail, black snail, or trapdoor snail, scientific name Bellamya chinensis,[3] synonym Cipangopaludina chinensis, is a large freshwater snail with gills and an operculum, an aquatic gastropod mollusk in the family Viviparidae. The Japanese variety of this species is black and usually a dark green, moss-like alga covers the shell.The name, "trapdoor snail" refers the operculum, an oval corneous plate that most snails in this clade possess. When the soft parts of the snail are fully retracted, the operculum seals the aperture of the shell, providing some protection against drying out and predation.[citation needed]

(I would not, for the record, search "snail" on Amazon. People like face cream made out of snails, I guess.)

Okay, okay, it's not made of snails. Just snail slime. More here:

Now, for a poem about a snail:

Considering the Snail
The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path he makes, where rain has darkened the earth’s dark. He moves in a wood of desire, pale antlers barely stirring as he hunts. I cannot tell what power is at work, drenched there with purpose, knowing nothing. What is a snail’s fury? All I think is that if later I parted the blades above the tunnel and saw the thin trail of broken white across litter, I would never have imagined the slow passion to that deliberate progress.
What is a snail's fury, indeed.

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