worms

I'm not sure where the pack of worms originated from. Men are forever leaving fishing lures at the pond when they fish, and Mikalai and Aleh were forever scouting the pond's edges to see what "treasures" they could find. But I also had family visiting a few weeks ago who are also fishers and slept in the room the boys now occupy. Regardless, my "superheroes" (that's was one of the many names the Wells twins had for themselves) discovered a pack of sparkly, plastic fishingworms. They had glitter in them. They were worms. They made Lauren squirm a little. And if you stuck them in your hair, you had superhero hair. Out of all the legos, play guns, cars, and toys, the worms seemed to be their favorite toy. Until yesterday, when in a moment of disagreement a worm was torn in two. Convinced they could see the worm's guts, they declared the worms living, not plastic, and totally lost interest. At least for a while. I later found all the worms dismembered.
Today the house is quiet, with my superheroes and their motherly bosses at Grandma's house. The worm pieces are all picked up. And then the phone rings.
Evidently, in addition to all the beanie babies being hung on the back handbar of Mr. Bobby's chair for wheelchair rides (and I checked the back of his chair before he left for work every morning) a worm got a ride as well. Unbeknownst to us, that "living" piece of plastic hopped a ride, and then fell off in the floor in Mr. Bobby's office. Thanks to the Wells Superheroes, no one can ever say state employees or their offices are without sparkle.