There's a snail in my bedroom

[rosiespark]

On the ceiling, to be precise.  Not wandering around, just... stuck there above the head of my bed. I suspect either the permanently open catflap - Billy and Pixie shot through it the other week during one of their mad games, and the flap part parted company with the frame and went sailing out onto the terrace - or the one day last week when I forgot to close the bedroom shaft window.

Maybe I should remove it.  It's not bothering me at the moment, but what if , one humid night, it decides to go for a walk?  Ewww.  Ok, definitely removing it.

And replacing the catflap has suddenly become imperative. Tsk, tsk.  What's the use of having three cats if they don't protect you from invading wildlife?

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[glinda-north.livejournal.com]

The opening line (took it off Amazon): When Mr Peter Knoppert began to make a hobby of snail-watching, he had no idea that his handful of specimens would become hundreds in no time.

(It's been 30+ years since I read it so I don't remember details--mostly just my visceral response.) Erm, basically he forgets to go into the snail room for a while. When he finally does, they're everywhere and start crawling all over him. It was when they crawled into his mouth that I lost it. Which still sounds fairly gross to me now but it really imprinted itself on my youthful brain.

[glinda-north.livejournal.com]

Oops. Screwed up a tag. Mea culpa.