Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Wherein another random blog post turned into a Salt Lake Tribune column

I had so much fun thinking about TRQ hunting down snails that I decided to write a column about it.  

Thank you, Blog, for letting me capture my tiny thoughts and sometimes turn them into columns!


Donna Tagliaferri said...

I love TRQ, and I love women who simply do not give up. Its like a thing...innate I think. Some kind of odd DNA that just shows up now and then. It is a curse actually, because it would be so much easier to give up, surrender, get drunk and let it go.
But we don't. whether by a deep seeded feeling others would laugh at us, or wolves would eat us, we keep going. Whether it is pioneers walking west, destroying snail habitats, or going to church every Sunday....we just don't give up. God Bless us all

Paige said...

Yes, team Seabird for me too.
Lots of gross snails in CA. It was the worst stepping on them when playing outside - barefoot.

CSIowa said...

Growing up in Oregon, it was slugs for us. As kids we would take the salt shaker outside, sprinkle them and watch them shrivel. This now strikes me as cruel, but I guess it's mitigated by the fact they were eating my mom's plants.