Alright. It's October, but for this post we're going to flashback to a September moment.
A September moment that would be a tragedy to forget.
It happened on a Saturday.
My two roommates, Hilary and Staci, and I woke up and biked over to the park for a free breakfast.
Thank you psychology club.
It was delicious and what a beautiful way to start the day.
The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, all of our favorite nontrad students were there.
After enjoying our breakfast we cruised over to meet up with our ward/neighborhood for a day of service.
Turns out we were cleaning up yards, one of them being ours.
Is it still service if you are serving yourself?
We came with hearts willing to serve others so I'd say that's good enough.
Well moving along to the moment we've all been waiting for.
Staci, Hilary & I are digging away pulling up all sorts of weeds, moving dirt, chucking concrete over the fence into another yard, the usual.
Next thing I know Staci found a worm.
Of course I immediately dared her to eat it.
With barely a moment of hesitation, she accepted.
Okay I'll give her more credit... she got free dinner, laundry, and dish cleaning out of it.
But still, hardly any convincing.
No wonder I'm so obsessed with her.
Always living by our scout motto.
"Too young to be careful, too tough to be afraid."
Did I get the whole thing on video for an exclusive blog screening?
Yes, yes I did.
Please enjoy this and remember how valued you are as a reader of my blog.
Well that was it. The day that Staci ate a worm.
Incidentally enough I found myself biting into a stale chocolate about a week after this worm scenario, only to see a bug crawling through the middle.
Did I eat it?
NO. What kind of sick freak would do that?
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