In February 2018, I found myself on a friend’s fruit farm in Kauai, having gratefully escaped the short, bleak days of Brooklyn winter to finish. Each day, being a creature of and routines, I made my daily sprints along the same stretch of gravel by a blooming grapefruit tree on the edge of the farm. One morning, just before Valentine’s Day, I abruptly to avoid something peach-colored and lovely that the evolutionary triumph of my peripheral vision had registered in my path: two splendid rosy wolf snails (Euglandina Rosea) about to engage in the instantaneous courtship the human version of which has evolved to involve roses and love songs. I knelt on the gravel, sweaty and wondersmitten, to film these slow sensorial lovers with my already antique smartphone for as long as my knee could stand.
At the time, I had just begun incubating the idea that eventually became. As I composed the manuscript over the following months, I kept thinking about these tender creatures, learning about the science behind their mating, and chuckling at the thought of what the perfect soundtrack to their dance might be.
This is what I saw, now coupled with a perfect soundtrack courtesy of: “Run for Love” from her .
The privilege of witnessing this love dance at such an intimate range inspired the central metaphor with which I met the greatest conceptual challenge with this children’s book predicated on the romance ofabout how snails beget snails tasked with accurately conveying concepts of science and sexuality to young readers who might not have the frame of reference for either:
When a snail finds a partner, they face each other, gently touching their tentacles to feel like they like each other. And if they do, they glide their bodies alongside one another in a slow double embrace until their baby-making parts fit together like puzzle pieces. Then, they gently pierce each other with tiny spears called “love darts,” which contain their genes — bodies’ building blocks. Genes are like your body — your special combination of sources makes you you, your body garden unlike anyone else’s. Genes are how to the future.
When artistfirst began working on the paintings that would eventually become the illustrations for the book, I giddily sent her the footage of the two rosy wolf snails, which continued to inform and inspire her soulful interpretation of this grand evolutionary dance.
For a poetic PG counterpart, here is the incomparable Sirnarrating the almost otherworldly mating dance of the snail’s unshelled cousin, filmed with far superior cinematic technology (if scored with an inferior soundtrack):
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