we’re distraught, dame betty and i.
our nematode, sarah bernhardt, who was part of the family for several weeks, has died. the bond between worm and owner is a strong one and it’s going take us both some time to get over the bereavement.
she lived in the cellar in a mouldy moccasin and was as playful a non-arthropod invertebrate as you could ever hope to meet. one time, for instance, the little scamp bit me one the big toe. i contracted rabies. it was hilarious. she also used to take great delight in scaring the postman. that almost led to her untimely end, but when the exterminator from the council came round to whisk her off to the pound, and thence to the formaldehyde jar, she charmed him so much with her antics that he let her off with a warning.
truth to tell, though, she hadn’t been at her best for some time, and we knew the end was near when she lost her appetite and started refusing her bedtime cup of warm bacteria.
still, at least the bronze bust of her that i commissioned from a sculptor in wrexham, and now has pride of place in the drinking shed, will remind dame betty and i of the blissful times we had with her.10 notes
Posted on Saturday, 15 October
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