I might think I am secretly weird but my kids see right through me and have no hesitation about announcing it in public in loud voices: “Mom, you’re weird!” My response is “Yes, I know I am. It’s genetic.” And then I wait to see if they get it.
Since only seven other people in the Western Hemisphere besides me are interested professionally in land snails and slugs, I should think that should make me plenty weird. Don’t you agree?
I once took a plastic box full of slugs on a two-day Greyhound bus ride and fed them Cheerios periodically. I don’t think that is particularly weird, but the other passengers didn’t seem to agree. I had both seats entirely to my self all the way from Seattle to Tucson.