My daughter gets into dinosaurs every once in awhile. We go through phases. For a month or so, it's Scooby Doo and she watches movie after movie of Scooby Doo. Then it could be Clifford, the Big Red Dog. Or Balto, the half-wolf, half-dog. Or tigers. The list goes on, but it always involves animals. Last week when we were into Barnes & Noble, though, she wanted a drawing book about dinosaurs. She is quite the artist, so I went ahead and found her one.
We were talking about them the other night and she told me that dinosaurs weren't very nice. I wisely agreed.
"And you know," she said, tilting her head in that I-know-all-about-dinosaurs fashion, "they do kind of eat you."
"Well, yes, I suppose they do," I said, trying not to laugh.
I wasn't laughing earlier, though. There was a strange—and very bad—smell coming from her room. I searched and searched, thinking that perhaps there was some old food hanging around. But when I opened the little cubby on her bed, I found the culprit - a huge pile of worms.
Worms. And they were still alive, wriggling around in their container of mud. Some had even fallen out. And I don't mean just one or two worms - I mean fifteen or twenty. Wow. And did they ever stink! I ran outside with the container and promptly threw them into the muddy soil (thank goodness it was raining).
That's my daughter, the nature lover. She loves to capture things and study them. I've found bugs, frogs, rolly pollies, you name it, sequestered in her room. But this was the last straw. I told her that it was fine to look at worms and other types of animals, but they had to stay outside. We'll see if she remembers. ;-)
Figured out the ending of my chapter and I'm ecstatic with how it turned out. Now I'm delving into the "detailed synopsis" and trying to just write it and not worry too much about it.