Thank you for your concern regarding the silkworms. Clearly there is a lot of love out there for creatures not only great, but small.
You inspired me to engage in one final search for the silkworms and all the while I trusted that if they were hardy, there was a slim chance that although probably on the brink of death, they might just have survived this period of extreme neglect. Searching the house turned up nothing so I headed out to the car, the scene of the last remembered sighting.
I folded myself in half to peer down under the front seats where it’s a constant source of amazement as to what can end up being concealed under there. No, the silkworms were not there but I did find one of Archie’s two jazz shoes he lost about three months ago and needs daily for uni. How he’s danced and done his assessments wearing just one shoe is something I’m not even going to ponder.
So having searched high and low I can only assume silkworms are hot property and Alfie’s were stolen.
I left many messages for the guy on Gumtree who lives in Bondi and was advertising his silkworms for 10 cents each. And Bondi’s not too far from home. Only, he didn’t reply or respond to any of my emails. Perhaps his silkworms have also been stolen.
Gumtree had other dealers selling silkworms but they were all from far-flung regions of Sydney taking a day trip on a crowded tollway costing more than $5.00 each way to get to them and these dealers were selling theirs for the inflated price of 30 cents a worm. But desperate times call for desperate measures so I asked Carl if he would like to, on the public holiday, ‘go for a drive’ to some remote and isolated and distant part of Sydney to collect a few new pets. He refused. He’s so unreasonable.
So I had no idea what to do about the worms that belonged to the school that we were supposed to be pet-sitting over the holidays and Alfie was getting anxious about having to turn up to class with everyone saying, ‘Where are our silkworms?’ The pressure!
But then there was a miracle.
My blog has gone viral.
It must have because Miss B is now reading it.
And Miss B took pity on our situation. Apparently Alfie is not the first of her students to have a ‘mishap’ with the worms. As luck would have it, she just happens to be housing a few spares…Miss B is happy to donate a few (unlucky ones) to us. She will be in my part of town tomorrow and is prepared to drop off a few replacements. Who could tell the difference!
And there’s the happy ending you’ve all been waiting for (if you don’t dwell on the fact that somewhere in Sydney there’s some silkworms trapped in a clear plastic container starving to death from neglect). If you block out that thought, this story has a very happy ending.
So instead of traipsing out to the furthest corners of Sydney on a public holiday to pay inflated prices for a couple of worms, we packed up a picnic and the dogs and went to a beautiful park right on the water. And that’s how we spent the day of no work.
And it was lovely.