Pea tells me today that she went looking for "the worm" in her sandbox. I asked her if she found it, and she said, "Yup. He was right where I left him! Under the pile of sand and the bucket." I said, "What a good worm for staying there that long! (picturing a hard, dried up worm in my mind)" She says, "Well, I shoved him under the sand, then piled sand on top of him, then patted it down with the shovel."
Yes, I'm guessing that the worm will always be there.... if you have a toddler, you know how gently they "pat" things. I'm guessing the worm is in a million pieces from cutting, stabbing, hitting, digging.... gross. poor worm.