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Grub feast

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Disgusted

appalled

infuriated

repulsed

irritated

Grubs, grubs, grubs,

handfuls of grubs.

Overtaking tomatoes.

Spoiling the moment.

Stop. Turn it around.

Delighted

elated

delirious

frenzied

satiated

grubs, grubs, grubs,

saucers of grubs

more and more and more

back and forth

then gone.

one more? no….all gone.

Photos and story inspiration courtesy of Mom.

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2 thoughts on “Grub feast

  1. Ah! Finding beauty in even the most unappealing creatures and elements…
    Our disgust is Robin’s delight.
    The frightful flying bat snatches pesky mosquitos form the night sky.
    And the horrendous wind, I suppose, scatters seeds to be rooted in places we least expect!

  2. p.s. Not surprised one bit that your mom would recognize that!

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