Melbourne has been battered and bruised last night. Torrential rains, flash floods, and a black out that lasted all night. We passed by the creek just a block away and saw the foot bridge has already sunk half way into the river and the wooden fencing have completely disappeared.
My husband and I were standing on the grass looking at the floods when we noticed teeny tiny snails clinging on the grass. We rescued a few of these refugees and took them home. Here are some of their pictures. With consent from the snails of course. (No animals have been harmed in the making of these pictures.)
I’m not posting any flood pics. The news has enough of them already.
Aren’t they cute? I’m actually terrified of holding them. Slime is not my thing. But they’re so tiny I just couldn’t help but take a picture of them on the mushroom houses. Seems like a perfect place for them, don’t you think?
I didn’t have the heart to encase them in a bell jar for their pictorial. So they went al fresco.