Suicidal Wormsphabet

The other week, the weather turned here in Georgia. It made the worms, turn, too.

Scott and I decided to take the dogs out and found ourselves walking into a worm-abattoir of horror. The cool rainy October night before had fooled a bunch of earthworms into meandering out onto the asphalt and sidewalk and the gravel driveways. Come morning, they had all baked and died.

It was just awful. Literally thousands upon thousands of suicided earthworms, each in a squirmful rictus, each making its own...