|IT'S A WOOLLY WORM, YA'LL|
I shot upstairs to get The Bug House that I bought for
Me: "LOGAN! look at what we have now!!! A WOOLLY WORM!!!!!! Isn't this awesome?? He is our pet. What should we name him? Want to name him Willy? Let's name him Willy." ::calm down, you manic freak::
Logan: "Daddy. His name Daddy."
Daddy it is.
Then we did a little research on woollyworm.com and discovered many interesting facts about Daddy. (Did you know the severity of winter can be predicted by the color of Daddy's fur? Shit man, these things are wild. Oh, it's going to be a harsh winter, btw. Batten down the hatches.)
After that, I texted Willis to let him know about our new pet.
[picture text to Willis - 2:59PM, Oct 4]: "Meet our new pet. Woolly worm. His name is Daddy."
[text from Willis - 3:01PM, Oct 4]: "Awesome."
Then, 20 minutes goes by.
[text from Willis - 3:21PM, Oct 4]: "Did you put some leaves in there for food? It might want a snack"
Hilarious! First of all, I wonder if Willis was sitting there stewing for 20 minutes about Daddy not eating? Secondly, if Willis knew anything about Daddy he would know that Daddy doesn't eat leaves. He prefers a medley of grass, clover, spinach and cabbage.
See for yourself!!!!
|Daddy really hates solicitors.|
|Daddy is really settling into his new digs.|
Peace out, everyone. Kilham table for 5!