Yesterday right around sundown, Vivi found a conch in the ocean. It bumped against her foot so she felt around under the water until she caught it. She was busy admiring the shell when the…snailish foot thingy slurped out into her palm. Like anyone with good sense, she panicked and flung it at her mother. I caught the thing and we laughed until we peed which was fine because we were in the ocean.
“Do you want to throw it back in?”
“NO! He’s my pet.”
“It’s a boy?”
“Uh-huh. His name is Conchy.”
She carried Conchy back up to our blanket and put him in my tote bag (on top of my phone…ew). When we walked up to the pool, she cradled him in her blue striped beach towel. I wouldn’t hold Conchy for her while she and her sister swam, so she built a little corral out of flip flops and came back to check on him every few minutes. I assured her that even if he did make a break for it, we could probably catch him before he made it back to the shoreline.
Conchy slept on the nightstand last night (hey, it’s a rental and the table has a glass top). He never once whined to be let outside or yowled at the door for more food in an already full bowl, so I already like him better than our other pets.
This morning at low tide, Sissy found another conch.
“Hey!” I said, “It’s Conchy’s brother!”
Vivi looked at me like I was an idiot. “Nooo. This one is a girl.”
“OK. What’s her name?”
Conchy and Nyquisha–a love story that’s gonna start stinking by Thursday.