Life: Idiotropic

I walked outside to call for Arianna.  It was evening and time for her shower.  All three little girls stood in a line at the corner of the house, looking furtively to the right.   You don't have to be Sherlock to know something is up right then and there. 

Arianna walked passed me as I headed towards the line up.  She stopped and yelled back to Tiara, "Hold on.  I want to see how mad Mom is going to be."

I rounded the corner through the quick explanations and pleeding of the youngest two.  "We just wanted to make a little house for them.  Please, please, Mom, can't we keep them just until tomorrow???"

There sat the Dora castle that I'd set out for the neighbors.  All three castle floors were covered with leaves and pink oleander flowers which happen to be a favorite flood of the new residents.

Snails.  Six of them.  I didn't ask their names, but took a deep breath and walked away.  Fine.  The girls can clean the castle tomorrow.  The snails look too happy to move.