Originally posted on my old wordpress blog Jan. 31, 2010.
Today marks the loss of our beloved wooly bear caterpillar, Squirmy. It started when Miriam thought her tiny pet might be suffering from a fit of boredom. She looked up from her favorite lunch of PB&Js and smoothies and asked, ”Do you think he would like to slide?” Before I knew what was happening, she had jumped from the table and came back down stairs with arms full of Polly Pocket paraphernalia: a bathtub, a bathroom sink, a chair, two convertibles, a pink table complete with umbrella, some sort of merry-go-round and, as you may have guessed, a slide. She filled his trifle dish with her treasures. Squirmy sat in the chair. His hairs blew in the breeze while he rode in the back of the convertible. He may have taken a bath. He relaxed with a snack of grass underneath the umbrella. He sped down that slide. And then somewhere in Miriam’s room, Squirmy went MIA. He may be free or hiding under the bed or the dog may have eaten him; the world may never know. But wherever he is, whatever he is doing, two things are for certain. He had an amazing day and he will be dearly missed.