Jameson would go out every morning and look for snails. Grandma showed him their hiding places, so he began a collection. Grandma even found him a jar to keep them them in. I believe these two were named Claw and Ed. Fabulous names, I know. The funny part is that when you ask Jameson what their names are, he gives you names right off the bat. No question about it. He doesn’t hesitate at all.

I was able to talk him into letting them go, and catching new ones. We did have to take one to Reno with us, and I’m surprised to say that it was still alive when we got back to my mom’s after a weekend in Reno. That was one tough snail.