Today, blissfully unaware that my ceiling was falling in, I caught a wooly worm and brought him in the building. I was thinking of catching them when I was little. Probably 6 or 7.
Whenever I see wooly worms, I smile. When I came back with my exciting Chicken BLT Salad from Wendys, there by the building was this wooly worm. So on a whim, I picked him up and carried him inside. I figured I'd share him with Lisa, and then put him back outside.
But instead, Mr. Wooly Worm of Urbana got to take a trip to Philo to visit Lisa's girls. The oldest is studying insects in school, so this wooly worm turned out to be a major prize. Of course, I now must worry that I have tainted the Philo Wooly Worm gene pool with the Urbana Wooly Worm strain. I do hope the resulting moths will not be overly mutated.
Of course, now I have my ceiling to worry about. The mutant Wooly Worm is nothing to freezing in my house because there's a hole up to the attic. Not even a Wooly Worm can make it right.
Posted Friday, 24-Aug-2007 17:09:07 PDT
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