As the worm turns...

This is a bowl I finished recently. It's made from an unknown wood from my parent's house. At the rear of the property there's a natural gas Right of Way and it's wood was stacked and set aside rather than being carted off. So, like any other wood hog would do, I grabbed a few logs and stashed them safely in my shop.

As I was turning this hunk, I noticed a small rotted area which I thought might lend a little character to the piece. I turned some more wood away, exposing the hole, then suddenly was shot in the face by an invisible squirt gun. I stopped the piece to get a look and then I was reminded of a joke:

Q. What's worse than finding a worm in your apple?
A. Finding half a worm in your apple.

You guessed it. Apparently a juicy grub worm had taken up residence in my piece of timber and I had shaven his hind end off. At 1,200 revolutions per minute his innards became outards. With hook tool in hand I removed the rest of him and finished roughing the piece. An overnight soak in DNA, left to dry for a week, and then finished.

Not as smooth as I would have liked and there are some tool marks, but it was a learning experience of drying the wood as well as going one step thinner on the walls of the bowl. It'll be good enough to put my loose change in at least.