I’m not trying to displace the memory of Mother Teresa. I’m not bucking for an award.
And I know, when you see the two sentences I’m about to type, how silly they’ll seem.
But …
I saved seven earthworms today. I saved 13 last week.
Silly, right?
I don’t care. I save worms.
I walk daily, and I often see worms on sidewalks. You have too, surely. They’re often dead and shriveled like worm-meat jerky. Sometimes, though, I see a live worm trying to … go somewhere?
I dunno. I don’t speak worm.
Just today, curious about why worms leave the comfort of sod and soil, I opened a search engine. I’d typed only “why do worms” when autofill added “crawl onto pavement and die?”
Others had asked before!
The answer? Worms can’t breathe in soggy soil, so they emerge to catch a breath.
So, when I see a little wriggler on a sidewalk, I stop. I then wrangle the fella into grass where, I hope, it will keep doing worm stuff.
I save worms.
Join me.
We’ll form the Worm Squad.
Me, too!
Who knew? Jeff “Early Bird” Gauger starves the birds.