sorry, worms

i always end up feeling sorry for worms in one way or another...

the first, and perhaps most obvious, reason needs no explanation except this horrific picture.

secondly, i feel sorry that they are kept in the fridge in shredded newspaper, up to a whole before a fishing outing. this is just prolonged torture, or at least i can hardly think of anything worse than being cold for a week straight. and in newspaper too.


also, i always feel really awful for the worms who crawl onto the sidewalk when it's rainy, only to become stranded and die when the water dries up. i've been told they come out because they would drown in the mud. but i don't know why they don't go back to the dirt when the sidewalk starts to get dry. and don't tell me they can't feel it either, because they are covered in little sensitive hairs. so i'm just saying i do feel sorry for them for this one, but not too sorry.

i don't like putting worms on fish hooks, but only because i hate to see them recoil in pain when i pierce their body multiple times. i try to believe they will die quickly because they will drown.

so this is for all the worms that i've hated on. i'm sorry. we're all sorry.