We had a mystery at our house: our snail disappeared from the aquarium. We realized we hadn't seen him for awhile, and then we peered and peered and couldn't find him in the tank. After much peering, Paul rummaged the plants and other fish-furniture around, but nothing. We wondered if he might have crawled out through the hole in the lid around the filter? Or could he have been hooked out by a cat paw through that same small opening? Or could he be buried down in the gravel? Or...?
Today I partially solved the mystery. Driven crazy by the idea that there could be a dead, rotting snail OUTSIDE the aquarium, I used a high-powered flashlight to freak the fish completely out---but also to let me do a leveled-up peering of the inside of the tank, where I found the snail very well camouflaged between some similarly-colored rocks and the side of the fake broken Grecian urn.
The shell was empty. I think it's safe to conclude that he moved to a farm where he'd have more room to run.
I'm wishing quite hard for a laptop right now: Elizabeth is still sick and has been very clingy. Sometimes she just wants me to sit NEAR her, in which case I would rather be type-type-typing than half-watching Teen Titans or My Little Pony. Paul's been doing everything else, though (all other kid-care, all dishes and food prep, bringing me the remote or the thermometer or another cup of water or a snack or a new box of kleenex, finding more shows Elizabeth might want to watch), so I'd probably feel a little self-conscious sitting there with a computer. It looks more worthy if I'm reading a non-fiction paperback or something.
I think it's possible she was ALSO having an allergic reaction to something the day I took her to the doctor, but I think it's more likely she was in the early stages of a virus. Yesterday her fever got to 104.5 and Paul said, "I think we might actually need to take her to the emergency room." But we didn't. Instead we gave her more ibuprofen and we fretted and, as she dozed on me, my mind teased me by playing through various Extremely Regret-Filled Sample Scenarios.
Last night she and I slept in the living room, so that she'd sleep mostly sitting up (she's congested and snarfy, especially when she lies down) and so that I would sleep lightly and could keep an eye on her. I also find that such measures help me switch more quickly into the mode of EXPECTING not to get more than a little sleep here and there, which makes the nights far more tolerable. If I'm in my bed in the dark, I feel injured indignation at having my sleep disturbed; if I'm curled on the couch with the Christmas lights on, I'm grateful for each nip of sleep.
Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...