Last week on Friday, before Hurricane Irene came to my little town of Brooklyn, I called on my friend who was in a park nearby his apartment in Washington Heights. He suddenly exclaimed " What the hell there is a snail crawling on me ! Holy shit I am covered in snails ! They are everywhere !" I thought he was  evoking his rather gross sense of humor, but by his insistence, I realized he wasn't exaggerating. According to him, the ground was covered with snails, like some bad horror film. A few days later on Sunday afternoon, I was out in Red Hook and looked down on the ground to see what looked like a worm massacre. I wondered if God's smallest creatures had a special sensitivity that could feel the storm coming on. Was their reaction to escape from places they felt would flood? Seek higher ground somehow and escape the wrath? Or was it just mass confusion leading to suicide. Something to look up.