KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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- Jul 29, 2000
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The upside is blessed silence.
They're all out in the backyard now, three generations of worm torturers. They've discovered a new weapon to bring to the Worm Inquisition, all worms beware. It's this thingy called "Worm Up." You drop two tablets in a bucket, stick it in your yard, and let the hose slowly fill it up and run over. Ten minutes later shrieking worms are leaping out of the soil in worm agony.
"Oh yeah! Here comes a big one! There's another one! Dammit, let it get all the way out of the hole before you pick it up!"
I guess this is better than the potato fork to the yard, but not, I suppose, if you're a worm.
So once again, Muffie will be alone this evening with a 7 year old who is going to have a fit. He can't go, school tomorrow. This is actually not as bad as it sounds. I'll get a few hours of solitude to write once the bratchild actually goes to bed.
Hey, maybe I'll even write instead of hang out here. . .
They're all out in the backyard now, three generations of worm torturers. They've discovered a new weapon to bring to the Worm Inquisition, all worms beware. It's this thingy called "Worm Up." You drop two tablets in a bucket, stick it in your yard, and let the hose slowly fill it up and run over. Ten minutes later shrieking worms are leaping out of the soil in worm agony.
"Oh yeah! Here comes a big one! There's another one! Dammit, let it get all the way out of the hole before you pick it up!"
I guess this is better than the potato fork to the yard, but not, I suppose, if you're a worm.
So once again, Muffie will be alone this evening with a 7 year old who is going to have a fit. He can't go, school tomorrow. This is actually not as bad as it sounds. I'll get a few hours of solitude to write once the bratchild actually goes to bed.
Hey, maybe I'll even write instead of hang out here. . .
