I wouldn’t take it personally if I were you (or even if I were me). Worms would seemingly rather be squished than drowned….but if I were in the same boat, I’d wonder why the rain don’t float my boat.
Funny enough, the unexpected & unwanted appearance of a slug was something that seemed to happen a lot when I was kid. Maybe because we lived in the mountains, and maybe too, because the name of our town was Slug-town, but I don’t think I have seen a slug since maybe age eight. I guess they are not too common in East Hollywood.
No they like the damp and moisture. EH would probably be for the grasshopper cousins. I have been running into all sorts of slug species in my journeys. I guess my mountain settings prove out your experience as a kid.
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When my daughter was little, on rainy days she’d take forever to walk the three doors from the bus stop because she had to pick up every single earthworm along the way to put them in the grass. :)
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Thank you, Luisa.
I try to avoid stepping on them but they worm their way on to the road as well! :D
I always end up using my pen to try and flip them back onto the grass.
I have some concrete advice for them: Try a wormhole to a different part of space!
Ilikeit.
Better a quick squishing under the foot of god than a slow drowning…
That is probably true, though as I mentioned in another reply, that has never stopped me from trying to save a few by flipping them back.
Ha. So true.
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Heehee! :)
I wouldn’t take it personally if I were you (or even if I were me). Worms would seemingly rather be squished than drowned….but if I were in the same boat, I’d wonder why the rain don’t float my boat.
Worms are funny that way, I guess.
Sun-dried worms
curl into fish hooks
on the walk
Too much sun, too much rain, worms get it from both ends.
It’s so clever of them.
Worms can sense that I have a warm heart and will not step on them.
As I said, very clever of them to choose you.
How can you be sure it isn’t just one worm who is stalking you?
I have thought of that and I even have a suspect, but word on the street is that he has gone underground.
That would be fear of tref and his dry humour, presumably.
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Followed closely by their buddies the slugs.
Funny enough, the unexpected & unwanted appearance of a slug was something that seemed to happen a lot when I was kid. Maybe because we lived in the mountains, and maybe too, because the name of our town was Slug-town, but I don’t think I have seen a slug since maybe age eight. I guess they are not too common in East Hollywood.
No they like the damp and moisture. EH would probably be for the grasshopper cousins. I have been running into all sorts of slug species in my journeys. I guess my mountain settings prove out your experience as a kid.
When my daughter was little, on rainy days she’d take forever to walk the three doors from the bus stop because she had to pick up every single earthworm along the way to put them in the grass. :)
Same here. Still do.
Depressed worms seeking attention. Yet, sadly, they only become more depressed. Quite literally, in fact.
Hah! Worms are always seeking attention, but hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it.
“When a hard rain’s a-fallin’
every worm must get squirmed.”
~ Bob Drizzlin
Well done, Mr. Redpath
Bob has a handy quote for
just about every occasion 😎