Utterances which make use of a certain number of words, particularly if said words are in some way unsual, either in use or in make, and which could just as easily be written using a less than certain number of words, particularly if these new words are more commonly used in the daily vernacular, are of great delight to this blogger. Which is how I came to read the book "From the Mixed Up Tales of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler." It's a good book; all should read.


Anyway, I saw an earthworm on the sidewalk the other day so I thought I'd continue my musings on them. Now, it had been a pretty hot, rainless series day, which is why a certain large earthworth sprawled out on the sidewalk attrached my attention. What, oh little earthworm, were you doing trekking across the hot and bumpy sidewalk designed for human, and not annelid, trafficing?

It was dying, that's what it was doing. And by the time I found it, it was baked all kinds of up and being eaten ants. I know it was just an earthworm, but it was silly fairly sad to see it sitting there, sunburnt to a crisp. At least it returning to the earth to remain a part of the circle of life. 

Also, I looked up on Wikipedia why earthworms go to the surface when it rains. Apparently there's a theory that the rain makes the soil to acidic so the earthworms come to the surface for a more neutral environment... I guess I shouldn't be putting them back into the ground on rainy days...

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