a snail’s tale (win ‘the sound of a wild snail eating’)

alien snailIT WAS NO ORDINARY SNAIL; far larger than any familiar native species in my cold zone, and obviously out of place. It was fall 2013, and fearing it would not survive, I scooped it up, found an old aquarium in the shed, brought it into the house along with soil and moss, and made the snail (above) a home.

A visiting friend saw the aquarium-turned-terrarium, listening patiently to my explanation of the new roommate. A few days later, a package arrived.

Inside was “The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating,” Elisabeth Tova Bailey’s little prize-winning 2010 book, a kind of memoir blended with natural history and an almost-Buddhist sense of awakening.

It was written about a time when Bailey was bedridden, convalescing from a long and serious illness. The story begins when a guest who happened on a snail in the garden picked it up, potted up some violets from the yard, and set the flowerpot down, snail and all, at Bailey’s bedside. The accidental companion becomes not just a curiosity item or entertainment, but a teacher, a soulmate, and the source of revelation.

It’s hard to think of the story of a more intimate relationship—and all conducted in silence (except for that occasional munching on a mushroom slice).

I HAD REASON recently to recommend the snail book to someone recuperating from illness, and having been reminded of it, pulled it out to read again. In this frigid winter of foiled plans and do-overs, every move scotched by some meteorological outburst or another and homebound being the resulting rule instead of exception, it seems like just the right choice.

This time around, I was relieved to learn about the long periods of inactivity that snails undergo. Mine hasn’t “done anything” in months, yet it is still the same weight—it certainly hasn’t dried up as if dead, and its operculum remaining tightly in place. Perhaps it read one of the many just-right quotes in Bailey’s snail book, like this one from Anthony Cook’s book on mollusks, in which he describes their basic operating philosophy:

“The right thing to do is to do nothing, the place to do it is in a place of concealment, and the time to do it is as often as possible.”

Indeed, and then some.

MY OWN SNAIL STORY continues, I think (and hope), though my family isn’t always sold on the situation.

“You need a new cat,” my niece insisted after my beloved Jack died not so many months after the snail’s arrival (no cause and effect implied; rodents were his passion, not mollusks).

“I have a snail,” I said, digging in.

“All right, then: You can get a cat and name it Snail,” she replied, negotiating—but only slightly—from her opening offer. I like to think she gets her stubbornness from me.

win a copy of the snail book

wildsnailcover-209x300I’LL BUY two lucky readers a copy of “The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating” by Elisabeth Tova Bailey. To enter, just answer this question in the comments below:

Has there been a wild creature who has informed, or continues to inform, your life–or just amazes you? It needn’t be one who has come inside to live!

Feeling shy, or no answer? Just say something like, “Count me in,” and I will. Two random winners will be selected and informed by email after entries close at midnight February 26, 2015. Good luck to all.

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  1. margaret says:

    ENTRIES ARE NOW CLOSED, but your comments are always welcome.

    The winners (who have been notified by email) are Susan Kemp and Jessica. Thanks to all for beautiful answers. I hope you will all read this book!

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