stretching your imagination
Rain is a good thing, I get that, except sometimes when it’s a bad thing.
A bad thing about rain is when too much comes in a short period of time it saturates the ground and the worms who thought this was gonna be another drought year are now gasping for air because even they don’t want to be that wet and they invade my back porch.
I may be stretching your imagination when I say invade because there are probably only two or three at a time that come climbing up over the edge and onto the porch.
The worms make their way across the vast wasteland of bricks, past the front of the lawn chair where I sit and on towards the sliding glass door. In the morning there lies stiff and dry and in quiet desperation the proof of the many unfinished journeys across the patio.
After dinner I was sharing my concern about this worm invasion with Scout.
You know how when it rains and the worms come up on the porch and while I’m not affraid of the worms I’m a little creeped out by them.
Um, yeah, why?
Sometimes the worms seem to be headed straight for me like they are looking for a drier, warmer place. So last night I was sitting out there and I tucked my feet up on that V-part of the chair to keep them off the ground so the worms wouldn’t crawl on my feet.
Because you’re too slow to get away from the worms?
themocracy
Well, ya never know…you could be engrossed in conversation or just admiring the little wren sitting on that branch over there on that tree by the sidewalk, then all of the sudden, WTF is that on my leg!
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That’s it exactly – hello it’s on my leg.
Doesn’t Scout know that worm can shoot their sliminess at their victims? Of course you need to keep your feet up at a safe distance away – otherwise you could be worm slimed.
I’ll let him know and then maybe I won’t feel like I need to justify my slowness.
Uh, Linlah. . . that was a fair question.
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You’re probably right but don’t tell him that.
I would never tell anyone this but I’ve always felt sorry for worms. No arms or legs. Must be very hard. I admire their tenacity.
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It’s that tenacity that worries me.
We haven’t had rain in over 80 days so do roaches count?
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Nope, they’re too fast to count, literally.
there is no justification for your slow-ness. besides i think it’s funny that all my life you stated that in a race(running) you could always beat me, yet you never did try nor did you ever prove that you were. so at this point i have to come to the conclusion that one you couldn’t have nor will you ever beat me, but you can’t even beat the worms which move an average of 3 feet an hour in dirt/1 and a 1/2 feet out of dirt. that’s one of your tiny strides.
….oO(hangs head in shame and walks away)Oo…
Did you google all that worm info cause that makes you sound so smart?
I can totally understand this. When I was in Fiji, one morning we saw a little lizard slither out of our hut. That night I was still so freaked out about them that i stuffed towels underneath the doors as protection against lizards….
The only thing was that our hut had holes in all the walls…but it made me feel better to know they couldn’t get under the doors.
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Exactly. It’s not about how fast I am or how many holes are in the walls it’s the thought. Duh men sometimes.
Hahahaha, my friend has an intense phobia of worms. They’re pretty gross, yes? Better rain than snow, I think!
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They are creepy crawlers which is icky but I think kinda harmless. And I’d like to be able to visit weather but not live in the weather.
WE only ever see them moving really slowly, sure, but how do they move when we’re not looking at them?
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That’s what I’m thinking too. What happens when I turn my back or go inside for a minute, they could be truckin across that patio.
I think that it’s creepy not only is it because they are slow… but what are you doing coming up at me? I walk out of my door and there they are struggling to get who knows where. I pick them up and put them back in the dirt. Then they crawl back on the walkway. They dry up and become stuck to the concrete. Now who does that for a death, but something weird creepy! Who wants that around your feet! I’m with you keep ‘em up off of the ground Linlah!
Yeeah, I feel bad for them dying that way but it doesn’t mean I want them near my feet.
I see your worms and raise you a big badass banana slug
I’ll keep my worms thank you.