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i would like to know the thought process that preceeds a worm's decision to leave the grassy ground in favor of the sidewalk when it rains. i genuinely feel sad when i see their little bodies writhing on the cement. today when the side walk was so full that i couldn't avoid stepping on them, i wondered if this was possibly some kind of mass suicide. I could just see a charasmatic, yet deranged worm named Gary convincing his fellow worms that they must drag their bodies to the sidewalk in order to await the arrival of the mystical Shoe which brings nirvana.

when i was a litle girl i would occasionally visit my great-aunt fawn in the summer. we would go to the pool together and on our way there, sometimes there would be worms on the sidewalk who had fled the water from the sprinklers. she and i would pick them up off the sidewalk and throw them back into the grass. she told me that we had to save them because they didn't know any better and couldn't save themselves. everytime i see worms on the sidewalk i think of aunt fawn and i want to throw them all back.