I do believe in spooks!

I’m sure you remember the famous line from the Wizard of Oz, as the Cowardly Lion grabs his tail and wails,

‘I do believe in spooks. I do believe in spooks. I do, I do, I do, I do, I do!”

Well, I’m not sure about spooks, but I’m thinking more about wormholes, after this morning’s incident…

WORMHOLE: a hypothetical structure of space-time envisioned as a tunnel connecting points that are separated in space and time

I love doing jigsaw puzzles and have since I was a young child. It’s something I’ve never outgrown and something I never will. This week, after completing (well almost completing) yet another puzzle, I was left feeling frustrated. Yup, the mystery of the MISSING PIECE! Argghh! I looked high and low. My husband and I scoured every inch of the floor. It could be anywhere. Drop a piece on a smooth hardwood surface and that little guy could scoot across the floor like a hockey puck on freshly “Zambonied” ice.

We looked. No luck. By now that little traveler could have made his way into the kitchen and now be playing hide-and-seek under the stove or the refrigerator. Sometimes you have to throw up your hands and give in. It’s gone forever. Maybe it’s joined forces with the missing socks in the dryer. That place must be as crowded as a mid-town Manhattan street corner by now, right?

After making a fresh pot of coffee, I decide it’s time to bag up the remaining pieces. Then being ever so kind, I will include a forlorn note in the quart-sized Ziploc, informing the next dissectologist that yes, no need to pull your hair out, there is indeed a missing piece. It would be cruel not to!

After writing the note, I glance once last time at the beautifully rendered painting by Kincaid, and sigh. It’s time to begin the dismantling. But as I reach across the table, I feel something under my socked foot. I reach down… what the hell? There, it is. It’s directly below, looking up at me.

“I heard you were looking for me,” he winks.

“What in the world? I’ve been looking for you for three days. Where were you?”

“I shall never divulge my whereabouts, milady! Let’s just say, I’ve been here the whole time.”

“Liar! We’ve been over every inch of this floor. I’ve even been down on my hands and knees. Stop playing games and just tell me,” I plead.

“That would be sacrilegious. I’ve taken the oath.”

“What oath and to whom?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” he laughs, obviously enjoying every minute of this charade.

“There’s only one feasible answer,” I quip. “It has to do with quantum physics and wormholes.”

“Hmmm, interesting theory, my friend. But it’s never been proven, has it.”

“Well, no, but blackholes were theorized in the early 1900s and most scientists poo-pooed it. But now, it’s an accepted astronomical phenomenon.”

“I have to go now—”

“No, wait, please. I have so many unanswered questions. I’m begging you. Even a hint. Inquiring minds want to know!”

He sits in my hand, nodding his head. “Sorry luv.”

“So, this is it?”

“Fraid so,” he utters, breaking into slang.

Hmmmph!

I sigh again and place him into the slot. The puzzle is complete, but the mystery will live on.

He winks at me one last time.

Little shit!

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So, what is a wormhole? Here’s one of many brief videos found on YouTube