After my wife left me, I decided to open up an escargot breeding farm.
I worked at a snail’s pace…
VisDare at Anonymous Legacy – 150 word story to accompany the visual prompt: Whimsy?
My Pet Snails
My therapist said I was a type “A” personality. I was always on the go. Rushing all around. Never taking the time to stop and smell the roses.
She told me to get a pet; something to help me to focus on slowing down.
So I got a couple of snails. Nice slow pet to remind me relax.
Except they’ve multiplied and I’ve wound up with thousands of snails.
So now I’m now rushing around all the time trying to gather them up and put them back in their aquarium, or in boxes, and always feeding them, and cleaning up after them, and I’m crazed.
My wife says she’s leaving me.
I proposed going for marital counseling,
She says she would, except she’s worried it’ll only end up being a shell game.
I’m not sure what she meant by that.
I like the ending. Funny 🙂
As Roy Rogers used to sing,
“Happy snails to you…”
LOL!! That last line really clinches it. I love how your POV character feels so justified in his actions, even though he’s just swapped one set of problems for a bigger – albeit a whimsical – one. Great spin on the prompt! Love it!!
Glad you enjoyed it! It sort of grows on you slowly, so to speak.
This was fun to read.
I loved the idea of having snails as pets to help you slow down!
don’t do it though… unless and again you’re into escargot
Now was it the therapist’s fault? I suspect whatever pet your MC had ended up with, he’d have ended up chasing round after it/ them. Great story.
methinks I smell a therapist in the word gallery…
thanks for the compliment.