That’s my shell that you hated during our marriage, but demanded in the divorce.
Crawl out of the can and be a slug.
He’s (I guess it’s “he”) probably is safer in the can as long as he keeps his neck away from the lid…shell is easier to crush.
Yeah, mind that lid, it looks sharp…..
Is someone suffering metal fatigue?
A Hermit Snail??
He flipped his lid….
A prehistoric can…
Your supposed to roll your own.
He could try going shopping like she did.
Must be her husband……
Now we know to whom Hawthorne from Sherman’s Lagoon gave his can to!
Perhaps that’s why he’s so can-tankerous.
Should have been a hermit crab.
Wait – isn’t a snail shell attached, like a turtle shell?
A stroll down tin can alley.
I just bought some canned snails recently.
Way to go prehistoric Gary. Now race off and find Cave Pinapple Sponge Bob.
Naw, methinks it just keeps on Fibonacci spiraling.
You could be a Slug!
While Mom was still lucid, we were at the beach in Corpus Christi, looking for shells. Most of them were fragments, but she found one nice one. I pointed out that there was a hermit crab living in it, and she said “Let’s kill it and steal its shell!”
Narrator’s voice: They left it there on the beach, and the next day an osprey got it.
Wonder what he did to wind up in the can.
So there are still cans of food left over from the now extinct humans while this newer tougher breed eat them. A breed developed to be stronger, more resilient and damage resistant.
The now extinct hermit snail.
This is kind of sad!! It looks like litter :-(