earthworm dallas moves through where no other thing can go, and that's the only reason why they are able to survive for any length of time at all... 981027 ... Caren I used to be afraid of touching earthworms, until I figured out that they couldn't help being pushed out of the soil by their higher power: the rain. 991001 ... retrac and only the dead know their secrets they whisper in segments to wrinkle the daisies 001129 ... emo Every morning, when I was a little girl, I would wait for the school bus at the end of my driveway. Walking out there down our driveway , I would see the rainstorm of the night before had swept out the earthworms from their earthen homes. I would feel so sorry for them stranded on the pavement. They wriggled and writhed on the pavement, blindly trying to make their way back to the safety of the grass where they could return through the top layer of soil to their underground homes. The tragedies of my short lived life seeing the tired and withered mushy worms drowned in pool of water gathered on the side of the road. Unable to get out of the rainwater’s puddely depths. Their lifeless bodies would often settle to the bottom of the small pool, a slick coating of car oil glistening on top of the water in swirly rainbow patterns, and the various small rocks and pebbles and sand from the ant hills settling down beside their carcasses. They didn’t move. They didn’t wiggle or writhe anymore. They were actually very calm, tranquil. Sedentary at the bottom of the pool. It wasn’t exactly sad. Although I did feel a pang of regret for them. They were off to a better place I thought. Wormy Heaven in the sky. I have no proof that there is such a place, I just thought that from all their troubles and getting flushed out of their homes and all, they deserved to go to such a place, with lots of soft dirt, where it never rains and there are no robins and birds. To this day I have discovered no further proof to the contrary that there is not such a place as Wormy Heaven. They were everywhere, crawling helplessly, blindly, able to be squished by a random passer by , or a car rolling out of my drive whom might take no notice of them until they have stepped on them and killed them, making them nothing more than a slimy mess on the bottom of their shoe and saying, “Oh, the poor little thing.” No! I wouldn’t have this. I couldn’t stand by and watch without trying to help. So I took upon my self to save the earthworms. This involved gently scooping up any squirming helpless worm I saw, disorientated and blindly searching for its home, and dropping them gently on the grass nearby, which was surely where their nearby home must have been. I would pick them up between my two fingers ever so gently trying not to harm them. It didn’t bother me their slime coating of mucus. A grossed out look would over come my friends faces as they watched the dangling worm in hand as I delicately plopped them onto the grass. I would actually touch one of they slimy gross creatures they found to be so repulsive and with no expunction whatsoever. I didn’t find them that way in the least. I had no trouble whatsoever. I believe that at one time, a picture was taken of me in the act of holding an earthworm to my lips and kissing it nicely. One of my friends had dared me to. I’m sure they thought I was a little strange to have a love for worms. Oh well. I still don’t understand why people believe that earth worms are so gross and disgusting , and utterly repulsive. Earthworms in nature aerate the root systems of your vegetable gardens. Without them, there would be no water flow to the roots of your plants. They create the ducts for which water seeping in through the surface of the soil is passed to your garden plants and flowers, delivering water to their network of roots. Without earthworms, there would be no green grass and no vegetation. Earthworm’s feces, the tiny mounds of rounded dirt you’ll sometimes find amongst the grass, creates a natural fertilizer for the plants in your garden. They are natures perfect gardener! 011217 what's it to you? who go blather from