Spring is supposed to be all about beginnings and rebirth, but we suffered a death in the family over Easter weekend. Wiggly the worm, who was dug up on Saturday morning, smothered in a bucket of mud, and watered regularly for the next 12 hours, passed away Sunday morning among loved ones. May he rest in peace.

His adopted family is pictured here, in front of the small grave adorned with a stick headstone. Wiggly’s grave was later exhumed and reburied in the flower bed, out of the way of foot traffic…so he can truly rest in peace.

Who are we kidding? There’s no resting or peace with three kids and two dogs running around the backyard. Maybe we should have flushed the poor guy down the toilet.

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  1. “Who are we kidding? There’s no resting or peace with three kids and two dogs running around the backyard.”

    Here, here! Or is it Hear, Hear!

    Either way, you are 100% correct. No rest with three kids. None. And yet, why do I keep holding onto the hope that I can get a break one of these days!

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