Archive for February, 2013

Each time a heavy storm goes by, a sense of foreboding starts to wash over me. For it is then that families of snails choose to migrate across the concrete steps and over to the next lawn. I can only imagine what a treacherous journey it must be for a little snail—its pace not withstanding—the dangers of stamping heels, feral cats and eagle-eyed pigeons threatening to swoop down without warning, are very real.

But I guess the cliché ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained’ rings true for them and the risk they take is not unlike the ones we attempt. So it is with this sense of empathy in mind that I cannot help but worry, every time I see a snail-ly, or worse, a bunch of snail-lies, attempt to make their way across. So I pick it up (much to it’s displeasure) and try my utmost (assuming they were going in a straight line) to map their journey for them and place them in the “safer” place, usually anywhere away from heavy shoes and close to shrubbery. Now I don’t really know whether this helps at all, but I can’t don’t like seeing them crushed … if I can help it.

Well I’m not alone in this mission, for my friends do exactly the same. Be it due to the ickiness when trodden or preserving the sanctity of life, we all have our own reasons for saving the snails. But being bothered about saving the snails is but a part of this importance of ‘bothering’ about nature, about others, and most of all, about the critters around us.

There are so many other things we can do, like making sure glass doors aren’t overly transparent that birds fly into it or throwing plastics into the sea else turtles think it a jelly fish treat and choke, or even doing something as simple (but important) as checking under our cars for cats that may be enjoying a snooze. I always make it a point to check because I had a cat that enjoyed lying on warm engine bonnets.

It’s our responsibility, for we are humankind, and humans have to be kind, so trample not on the little ones.



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