Seldom have I seen such obvious delight as when Emma told me (a few weeks ago) that she had held a worm in her hand.
Day 11 of 30 Days Wild was a highly academic affair. It saw us planting some flowers with the express intention of trying to attract more bees. In fact our random act of wildness today was going to be all about bees, but we only saw one... which in itself may be indicative of something.
So instead we rooted around in the dirt as Emma was dying to show off her worm-handling skills that, I presumed, she had picked up at school. I am sure I spent every spare moment of my childhood hunting out the grimier side of life but Emma can be cautious and, at times, quite fussy when it comes to getting grubby. I was very happy when she ran in the house the other day cradling a disorientated millipede.
But back to our important worm studies. Upon further questioning it transpires that;
"In maths we learnt poems about worms and we got to hold them".
Beats me. Anyway this, apparently, is the result of that "maths" lesson:
Nobody likes me,
Everybody hates me,
Guess I'll go and eat worms,
Long thin slimy ones,
Short fat juicy ones,
Itsy bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.
Plus ça change... although I think the last line was different when I was a lad. Presumably this is why she thought of chomping worms...