Mrs. Charm survived her recent inflamed appendix and her recovery from the surprise surgery has been going well. And she never ate grass (or leaves) to begin with so she doesn’t miss the vestigial organ.
Not that it would help her digest grass or leaves, if she was so inclined, any more than my intact appendix (assuming I even have one; some people don’t) would help me do so now.
When the evolution of, well, evolution made our appendix an anatomical anomaly, it removed the sort of bacteria that once populated it enabling us to digest the cellular structure of grass and leaves in times of famine.
Can’t say I would miss it any more than the vanished tail that once was attached to my tailbone. Ah, but the atrophied muscles that once allowed my ears to swivel every which way, now those I could enjoy having rejuvenated.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 