Worms

I am a pretty tough girl.  As in- I am pretty and tough...sometimes.  Well, I am pretty ALL the time and tough only some of the time.

I can take a lot of gross stuff.  And I can do a lot of hard things.  And I am surprisingly strong.

So imagine my shock last summer when I freaked out putting worms on a fishing hook.  It's a worm.  And I am from Wyoming!  The shame.  Did I tell anyone that when I poked the hook through the worm, and it had a seizure from the pain, I almost puked?

NO!

What did I do? 

I went to the gas station and bought salmon eggs.

So now imagine my shock when I move to my new house and discovered that it was built on a pile of worms.  I didn't know this when I moved in.  It only became obvious when it rained.  I have a cement pad by the back door and when it rains, the worms from miles around come to lay on my cement pad.  I discovered it quite by accident.  It was very late on a Thursday night.  It was raining.  I was laying in bed and remembered with a start: Oh my!  Garbage day is tomorrow!

So I went and took the garbage can to the curb.  Barefooted.

The next morning I discovered all the worms.  Some were smashed, in the shape of footprints. 

Oh the horror.

So it rained yesterday and I just now went to take pictures of all the worms for you.  Here they are:

Sage came out to help.  As you can see.  While we were out there she drank a puddle of water dry.  I noticed, but didn't care.  She's a weird dog.

I came inside, and while I was uploading these photos she horked up a worm.  On the carpet.  Next to my foot.

I guess it was in the puddle.

I suppose I had better buck up.  After all, in the end, my body will be completely consumed by worms dontcha know.

Ugh.