Amazing discovery

One day, I brought home a snail as big as a walnut. Mom said it was a big snail. I don't believe it. How can it be a big snail? Yao Ming is very small! My mother didn't seem to want to argue with me. She just smiled and went on doing her own thing.

I picked up the snail from the bank of the North River. At that time, the North River fell, and adults and children went fishing in the river. I found this snail from a piece of water grass when I touched the fish and went ashore. There are still some small fish and shrimps wrapped in the aquatic plants, struggling. I feel sorry for them. If the water drops again tomorrow, the hot sun dries up and the grass dries up, these small fish and shrimps will die. I found a small bottle, filled it with water, and took some small fish and shrimp home, together with the mossy snail.

I found two small pots and put some aquatic plants in each pot. Small fish and shrimp have moved into new homes respectively. It seems that they are very happy. Usually, they always hide under the dark green grass, but when they see someone coming, they run out one after another. The little fish suddenly wagged its head and tail, and turned very flexibly. Shrimp bends, stretches and swims around. ...

However, I prefer snails. I arranged it alone in a transparent glass jar as a special care for it. The jar is generally thick from top to bottom, half a foot high, and it also contains some aquatic plants. Snails are not as active as small fish and shrimp in the tank, but lie quietly at the bottom of the tank, motionless.

To tell the truth, snails are beautiful. The whole body, round, is wrapped in that dark green hard shell. On the hard shell, there is a deep groove rotating to the right, which is getting denser and denser from beginning to end. The head has a conical hard shell mouth, which is covered with a layer of horny hard pieces, like a solid and tight portal, protecting all kinds of internal organs at all times.

The snail didn't move. I want to sleep on the kang until the evening. Look at it, it's still lying there quietly. I wonder if it was damaged by the sun of poisonous flowers, or did the river recede and die of thirst? Looking at its silence and indifference, I bowed my head sadly.

But when I got up the next morning to see it again, I suddenly froze. I don't know when it climbed to the top of the glass jar and stuck to the wall-next to the water like a big black ball. It seems that if the jar is higher and there is more water, it seems that it will climb to the top. I guess it must have rested, or woke up, or it was afraid of me during the day and had to act secretly at night.

Ah, this snail is not only alive, but also so interesting!

I stood quietly beside the jar and looked at it carefully. It turns out that the conical horny shell has been lifted at the bottom, and a small fleshy body is sticking out from the hard shell. Head up, a pair of small tentacles shaking at the top, looks like a big snail with a shell on its back, but snails can't live in water.

"Snails can crawl, snails can crawl." I'm happy to talk about it.

In order not to make the lovely snail lonely, I quickly picked up a homemade cheat sheet net, fished out a few small fish and shrimps from the fish basin and shrimp basin, put them into the glass jar, fished out several green aquatic plants from the fish basin and gently put them into the jar. Small fish and shrimp are lively and can swim around happily. The snail is still stuck there, pretending to be indifferent to its new partner.

Suddenly, I fiddled with the hand of the water plant and somehow met the small tentacles of the river snail. I saw it put away its tentacles and shrank back. With a peep, the whole snail fell to the bottom of the tank again, and the horny hard piece was pulled back long ago, and the hole in the hard shell was tightly covered, just like the cylinder hand pulled up the round iron cover plate when he met the enemy, scaring the newly arrived fish and shrimp to duck.

I'm looking forward to the snail climbing to the top of the jar. Now, I am scared to the bottom by my carelessness. I really regret it. But what's the use of regret? I guess it must be angry with me and can't climb out anymore.

After breakfast, my mother asked me to shoot pig grass on the slope.

On the road, pairs of colorful butterflies were flying in front of me. In the past, I would jump on it. But today, my heart is like a snail. How can I be interested in chasing butterflies? To tell the truth, I still hate them a little. Are you happy because I hurt the snail? Hum!

I walked silently.

As soon as I got back from the slope, I threw down my basket and rushed into the house to see snails. Ah, stuck in the middle of the glass jar, still climbing unhurriedly! Small, small, small, small. ...

I am so excited.

In order to see it crawling more truly, I gently lifted the glass jar and came to the grape trellis in the yard. I grew this grape myself. At the moment, the green grapes are hanging on the big green leaves. However, when I just put the jar on the stone table, maybe it shook and the sensitive snail sank again. It seems that snails are naturally quiet.

From then on, I never dared to touch it again, only put the glass jar firmly on the table in the room.

One morning, I got up as usual to see snails.

Suddenly, my eyes widened. In the past, snails just clung to the wall above the jar, and there was nothing else to say. How can you spit out a black ball from your body today? That ball is very small, only the size of mung beans. Spit out the ball and slowly descend to the bottom, like a small shell dropped by an airplane. When I look closely, there are already five or six balls at the bottom of the tank.

I hurried to find my mother and told her the news that snails spit their shells. I guess she must be surprised to hear this. She put down her work, opened her eyes wide and asked strangely, "Really? How do snails spit out their shells? Go, look! "

However, I was wrong. Not only is my mother not surprised, but she doesn't even look strange. She is still busy with her work, just smiling. "Silly boy, what also don't understand. That's a snail giving birth to a child. "

Ah, I see. Only then did I believe what my mother said. It turns out that what I picked was really a big snail, and it was a female.

I know that frogs, river fish and shrimps are hatched from eggs, and turtles are hatched from eggs placed on the beach of river banks. Why do snails just give birth to babies directly? I hurried back, ran into the house, and lay on the edge of the jar to study the "small shell" more carefully. Sure enough, it is a small snail, just like their mother, but much smaller.

Suddenly, another little snail fell slowly. ...

What an interesting, lovely and wonderful snail!