January 6, 2014
In bed, ready to sleep, I came upon this:
Mama, when she was in elementary school, let other kids pay her for eating wormy apples, worms included.
I think she told me this to make me feel better about accidentally having ingested some tiny wildlife or other.
As in: Oh, don’t worry. I did that for a sport.
I think she also told me this proudly.
Implying: I was no wimp. I didn’t mind eating worms, or making kids shudder, for a nice little windfall.
Mama never was squeamish about raw meat – uncooked bacon and beef tartare becoming favorites once the apple-worm-phase had passed.
If there’s one thing I always knew and never doubted, it’s that Mama was no wimp. She was the diametric opposite of wimp.
Wonder what she did with the pennies she earned for her bravado?