I was folding laundry in my son's room when my oldest son came in a said 'Shuckles is eating a worm' (Shuckles is the nickname of our youngest). I thought to myself that this couldn't be true but I followed my son as he led the way to the BACKYARD.
Oh no, this could be true.
I saw my youngest sitting on the back porch just smiling at me and I looked in his hand and saw a shriveled up worm. The Texas heat had baked that thing solid.
I quickly brushed the worm out of his hand and then I had to look in the other suspected place the worm could be. I pried open our little guy's mouth with my finger and sure enough, I scooped out the remains of a partly eaten worm.
So, sadly it was true, he had eaten the worm.
The funny part is that he immediately started crying (I guess he liked the taste of it after all) as I picked him up and hauled him to the bathroom to thoroughly wash that mouth out. Oh BOYS and BUGS!
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