The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for December 10, 2022

looks a little shellfish to me’

Not clear who or what Sammy is. Their son?

escarwent.

Off topic, sorry… but Plods has asked me to deliver a message….

(I apologise to those who already read this on Ballard Street, but there’s bound to be some overlap.)

I know some of you have been worried because he hasn’t been around.

He’s OK…

He’s currently at home, recovering from a lung transplant, and will come back as soon as he’s able… and better than before!

Meanwhile… yeah… it sounds like she’d be calling about their kid…. but why the vet?

Unless it’s the snails’ vet?

The vet’s a slug!

sounds like ol’ sammy enjoys a little slug now and then…

Really…a little butter and garlic please.

Those molluscs should hang a shell suit on Sammy.

What are the chances the shells grow back to original shape? Slime and none.

Try sprinkling a little salt on the affected area.

The big snail is taking a bit out of the other snails…LOL

What a snippy vet.

“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.” Cool Hand Luke, 1967

That’s what happens when you run your words together.

Feed the kid for Crimony sakes!!!

Sammy is definitely a Francophile if he likes his snails that much!

How will it all end?! I can hardly wait for the snail biting conclusion!

Sammy is obviously from Paris.

Holy moly, my cookie bite is exactly the same.

Sammy has hard teeth.

“I told the vet that we let our snails roam free on the table, and he told me we were nuts and hung up.”

I don’t know the first thing about snails, and I don’t know if people even keep them as “pets,” but if they do, the free-range conditions depicted here seem a little weird.

What’s amazing is that they still have a landline