New Friends

Perhaps we were transmitting some type of signal last night lying in bed, talking about our future plans and how so many of our friends that we've made this year have already left Cambridge. M* arose at one point, exclaiming, "Oh my God—come here," as he rounded the end of our bed. I hesitated, making him give me some clue as to what to expect. "Slimy" and "shell" were the two words he offered. "Snail" correctly came to mind, and I certainly was more amused than grossed out to find a snail crawling across our bedroom rug.

Tracing the snails route, we moved the curtain back from the open, second storey window to find five more of its buddies making their way into our room. Did word get out that we had new room in our social calendar?

We gathered them all on the window sill for a group photo before closing the window for the night. Writing this reminds me that our window is open again—think I should go find out if they've stopped by again tonight.
The most adventurous of the group navigating the dual obstacles of the lamp cord and my ever shedding hair.

Can you spot the four snails?

"I made it inside!"

These two couldn't decide In or Out.

Prettiest shell.

Group photo