Coopers worm addiction has started to expand lately so I've decided to do a weekly blog on it.
Week 1 - Cooper has always been addicted to catching worms. Ever since he was born he's had the strange addiction, but I'm starting to get sick of it. I think he has something very wrong with him, but I don't know why. He used to talk to his dad about catching worms all the time, but since he died 10 years ago, he's had no one to talk to.
At the start of the week it was his 45th birthday. He invited all his friends around for a worm catching party. Turns out that the whole time his 'friends' were actually worms. I had to sit there for 6 hours watching him catch and eat worms, all day. A couple days passed, and I heard a knock at the door. The next-door neighbour was standing there looking very angry. "YOU'RE BLOODY MAN CHILD CAME THROUGH MY TOILET, AT MY WHOLE F $#ING WORM FARM AND NOW HE'S STUCK IN THE GLASS BOX!" he screamed at me. I ran over to his house and saw my son, butt-naked in a glass tank with dirt all over him and worms hanging out his mouth. He was crying until he saw me. "MUUUUUUMMMMMYYYYYY!" he yelled. I was furious. I was so angry that I karate kick the glass tank onto the ground. It broke into pieces and I saw my son flail out with glass shards all over him. I dragged him home by the ear and beat him so hard he blacked out.
Two days later, about Friday, he went out to apply for a job at Apco, as a worm supplier. I didn't say anything, even though I would have liked him too get an actual job, but as long as he has one, I'm fine. He got a call today to say that they accepted him, so now he just sit in the backyard, catches worms and then sells them off to Apco. I'll write up about it next week, but that's all for now. Wish me luck.