RIP Suzy
The live oak trees outside are filled with little green worms who shower down like rain. Hub went outside to check the mail and came in with a worm on his shirt. The girls were fascinated with it, so I took it off the shirt and put it on Jo’s hand. They played with it for the next hour or so, transferring it from hand to hand and watching the worm as it inched along. They named her Suzy. Suzy the worm. Suddenly, Suzy had something come out of her. “Mommy, I think Suzy frew up,” announced Caroline. I looked and thought it might be a little bit of worm poo. Then Suzy developed red blotches and started oozing liquid. The writing was on the wall – someone played with Suzy too hard and squished her. I told them Suzy was dying and said they played with her too rough. The girls were striken. On their own, they removed their bandaids from booboos earlier today and curled them into tubes to place over Suzy’s inert body. They stacked them up. Jo composed an epitaph. She planted an invisible note at Suzy’s grave that said, “Dear Suzy. Please know we are sorry and we loved you very much.” Caroline repeatedly lamented, “We had a worm named Suzy, but we killed her already!” Jo asked what Suzy’s soul looked like, and if it had gone to heaven yet.
Kids are amazing.