Tuesday
05Dec2006
Dig & Scratch
Click here to read my latest piece at Dig & Scratch called The Worm.
Each time I took Max out I would silently pray. Please, please, please don't let it happen on my walk. Each walk was an excercise in courage. I could hardly sleep that night for fear I'd wake to hear Max retching and then I'd have to clean up a slithering, eight-inch worm from the kitchen tile.
The next morning I managed to feign sleep while Max whined, forcing The Surge to leash up and take Max outside.
"It happened," he said upon his return, his eyes as big as silver dollars.
"What? You mean the mother worm? Max puked out the mother worm? What was it like? Was it big? How big? Did it move? Oh my God, DID IT MOVE?"
Dec 5, 2006