My eight-year-old son loves to fish. Lately, we've been doing a lot of fishing. When I take the boy, we're usually armed with bread and lunchmeat for bait. That's because I am not a huge fan of hooking live worms. When my husband takes the boy fishing, he goes to the tackle shop to get worms and other fisherman-accepted bait.
Today, my husband took our son to the tackle shop. He got an assortment of wiggly creatures, including a cup of Canadian Wax Worms. I don't know if you folks are familiar with Canadian Wax Worms, but they're small and white and they look an awful lot like grubs. Not exactly what I would consider cute. But my son had a different opinion.
"Aren't these worms cute?" he asked.
My husband looked at those things and then looked at my son. "No, they're not cute."
"I think they're cute," my son continued. "I don't want any fish to eat them."
My husband shook his head and led the boy out of the tackle shop.
They went fishing, using the night crawler earth worms first. Unfortunately, the fish weren't biting.
"Should we try different bait?" My husband eyed the cup of Canadian Wax Worms.
My son grabbed that cup and shielded the worms from my husband. "No, we're not feeding them to the fish!"
So now, ladies and gentleman, we have a nice cup of live Canadian Wax Worms sitting on our kitchen table. More pets for our collection. What should we name them?