His name is Slimey...
Lizzie was begging for a chick at the farm store this morning, but gladly settled for a pet snail that we found while working in the yard later on. She was surprised when I agreed to make a house for him and she checked on him at least hourly throughout the day...even stopping to hold him and play with him. Later on this evening, she even found a friend for him, so now he has a roommate to share his ice cream bucket with. All I know is...that's 2 less snails destroying my garden! Even Dillon agreed that Lizzie is braver than him, because he would not want to have a snail climbing on his hand, whether it tickled or not! Mckay's first suggestion was that Lizzie should give him a salt lick to keep him healthy. She saw right through his deception and insisted that it wasn't a good idea. Maybe that's why Mckay was never as lucky as her to have been given a pet snail...he simply doesn't know what needs to be done to make them thrive. Bonding Moments Home Sweet Home. Riv...