miss.chief had a brilliant idea to do a whole month of guest posts at other blogs. i took her up on her offer pretty much immediately thinking that i'd be able to bring a bit of much needed variety to my pearl hiding spot. and also because i'm lazy and i knew it'd buy me some time to create my next amazing post/vlog.
on that note, i'm pleased to present you with miss.chief:
Walking down the rain-flooded street, she thought about the story her mom once told her about when she was a small child.
She had been dressed like Paddington Bear- yellow rain boots, jacket and hat. In one hand she clutched her favorite toy dog ‘Raffi’.
With her free hand she picked up the dry dead worm corpses and placed them back into the puddles she thought they came from.
She was certain, in the idiot blind compassion of a child, that the water would re-hydrate the worms and they would come back to life. As if their only problem was dehydration and not … being mortal.
She cried when they didn’t come alive. Her mom bought her some candy and she moved on.
She later learned that worms drown in water. This is why they come out of their burrows when it rains: so they don’t drown. Not because they love the rainy weather, like she had imagined for so many years.
She probably saw that in a cartoon or something.
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So that's the truth about worms. But I'd still like to know what causes the great slug massacres that we sometimes see on the street.
Oh jesus....this could've been written about ME! I did the same exact thing and learned the same exact lesson!!!
I used to smash um' with rocks.
remember the book How To Eat Fried Worms?
......i never ate any. never.
paddington bear! and worms! perfect.
Worms, i used to pour alcohol on them and watch them dance.
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