Mexican worry doll gave me something to seriously worry about

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.