Ranges
and movement patterns of mid-Atlantic weresnails
In
this study we identified weresnails in human form on the basis of two
criteria: giant slime trails in their dwellings and nascent eye
stalks on the days preceding a full moon. We followed human-form
weresnails and used a modified tranquilizer gun to implant tracking
devices on their shells at the onset of gastrothropy.
*
Gordon
hurried home, dodging snow mounded up where the plows had left it.
He did love her, desperately, but he had sworn never to bring a child
into the world. He was afraid that his horror at what his curse
would do to any offspring must have looked a lot like rejection of
responsibility. She didn't know, and how could he explain now, when
it was too late?
She
had cooked a wonderful meal: clam chowder, a green salad, and a spry
young California Merlot with an unexpected kick. Then she told him.
"I
felt sick this morning.".
"I'm
so sorry!" he replied, wondering at her odd expression. "You
certainly shouldn't have cooked for me when you didn't feel well.
You're feeling better?"
"For
now. I don't know what will happen in the morning."
She
finally had had to simply tell him. Then he gave her that look, and
she bundled him out the door before he could think of how to explain.
*
The
shells of the first three subjects shattered when struck by the
tracking device. The tranquilizer gun had to be reduced in power by
a factor of two before successful implantation was possible. Time
and location data for three subjects were successfully collected for
three lunar cycles. Figure 2 shows movements of all three subjects,
superimposed on a high-resolution digital elevation model.
*
Gordon
could not sit still. He walked, trying to believe his son or
daughter would be normal. After all, the gastrothrope gene was
recessive, so unless Rachel had snail blood, their children would
look fully human. He pulled out his cell phone.
"Hello!"
"Rachel,
listen. I was just so shocked, but I want..." Then Gordon
paused, bathed in moonlight.
"Me
too, and.... This morning you looked...terrified. You don't feel
that way now, do you? Gordon?"
His
cell phone shattered on the sidewalk as Gordon underwent a painful
transformation made excruciating by the salty meltwater that covered
the sidewalk and street.
*
Unfortunately
for this study, an unseasonable snowfall and aggressive salt
distribution by county road crews resulted in destruction of all
remaining experimental subjects.
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