One young boy in 3rd Grade said they taste like fish. He grinned when everyone in the classroom choked and coughed and gagged. Only gladly would he eat it again, he said. I whimpered. He ate my new found friend. And that's when I realized that my collection of apple snail shells were found as the result of massive dining.
How do scientists feel both for the life of the snail and for the Kite Hawk which only survives in the Everglades due to the Apple Snail?! Are the two chambers of the heart divided so we can feel both equally? Perhaps the incoming bluish blood for the lament of the Apple Snail's death and the oxygen rich blood happy for the continued life of the predator?
There is no room in a classroom to side with snail eaters or non-snail eaters. Both are accepted in a school where tolerance is taught.
But the lesson is this: if over-development and pollution do not end the wasteful destruction of the life of the Apple Snail, the life of the Kite Hawk, now endangered, will perish altogether.
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