“If the early bird catches the worm, I’m going to stay in bed till noon, drink a nice cup of tea, have lunch, watch “Jeopardy” on TV, then go out later when the worms are all gone.”
~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis
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I just realized today that I’m not really afraid of worms, I just don’t like that they are all wiggly and slimy and helpless. When I was a younger lady, and was coerced into going fishing, I refused to put the worm on the hook. Yuk!
It didn’t occur to me until today why that was. Who could possibly be afraid of a worm? We are so much bigger than them. They don’t bite, or spit, or call you names, or insult your mamma.
Worms are helpless. They don’t have feet or paws to run away. They are at your mercy. I could never grab the poor thing, alive and all helpless and wiggly, then pierce his poor little body with that sharp hook. Then, if that isn’t torture enough, you throw him, weighted down, into the water, to wriggle and drown, unless of course, a big old wide mouth bass comes and gobbles him up first. (Don’t even get me started on that poor fish!)
When I go for my daily walks, sometimes I see a helpless worm slithering and writhing desperately on the scorching hot sidewalk. He gets nowhere fast. I used to search for a nearby leaf or twig to rescue Mr. Worm from its imminent doom. Now, I just say to myself, “What the heck. Just pick up the poor thing and place him in the cool grass. He won’t bite. Wash your hands when you get home. What if you were that worm. Wouldn’t you like to be rescued?” (When I talk to myself, it’s usually a long conversation.)
It was pretty hot this morning, but it was also designated watering day, which means sometimes the worms slither out to escape the soaking grass sprinklers and end up on the scalding pavement or sidewalk. Then, they can’t get back to safety.
Not only am I the animal whisperer of McKinney, but also the worm rescuer. I rescued several worms today. Nope! Didn’t think twice. Just picked up those darn wiggly worms and placed them gently in the grass. I think this poor little guy said, “Thank you, Miss Toni!” In worm language, of course.” You’re welcome! “There but for the grace of God, go I.”
Well, I bet you’re going to think twice about being afraid of a little worm next time. NOW SNAKES!!!! That’s a different story!!!!! BE AFRAID!!!!