|these were like crack to us.|
This would turn up all the earthworms, pale pink and blind, digging their tiny little tunnels through the ground and generally making the world a better place. I love worms. They just make me smile, for some reason. They make the trees grow taller, the grass grow greener, and the flowers bob their jewel-toned heads in approval.
|"Mmm-hmm. Them worms sure be good fo' mah roots!" (I don't know why the flower has a weird accent. it just does.)|
|thankfully, I don't think she ate any.|
|"I'm Herman the Worman, and I like my squirmin' and I like bein' close to the ground!" (that's Herman's song in the story)|
So the other day I ran all around campus and did some worm-rescuing.
Let me tell you something- people give you very strange looks when you stop in the middle of a path to stoop down and fish an earthworm out of a puddle, then carry its panicking little self over to a nice patch of grass, and set it free. Then you proceed to the next puddle, and do it again. And again, and again.
But you know what? I didn't really care. I love worms, and I might as well increase my karma so I can have some saved up for the next time I laugh at a YouTube video of some guy getting bashed in the beans-and-weenies.