Alas, we have lost Snailo. He is no longer with us, and I wish that I could say that I found him laying peacefully at the bottom of the fish tank. However, I cannot find him at all. He is not in the casual beach bungalow. He is not in the Hawaiian mountain waterfall…. and he is not grazing ever so slowly on the plastic blue plant. Through two water changes, Snailo has been missing. I am almost certain that he used the plastic blue plant to climb out of the tank, upon which he would reach his most certain death. If not by being out of the water and finding himself on a bookshelf, but by the mouths of Franklin and Chuck.
Oh, Where, Oh, Where, Has My Little Snail Gone….