This is a Mexican worry doll.
It was given to my wife following a recent dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. One is given to every customer following their meal.
I knew none of this, so when I found this tiny, crude, bizarre, inexplicable doll on the kitchen floor last night, I thought for a moment that the dust bunnies, crushed Cheerio dust, and cat hair had somehow coalesced into this strange new form.
I thought that evolution on the scale of dirt was taking place in my kitchen.
It freaked me out for a minute.
It really did.
