Spring is Here!

Today I observed one of those signs of spring that doesn't get lauded in many poems.

That is, it was raining, making puddles on the sidewalk, and there were drowning earthworms in the water.

In the winter, when the ground is cold and frozen, you don't see them, but once it warms up the water drives them to the surface, where they get trapped in puddles on the sidewalk. You see them squirming around, or later just floating in limp, soggy tubes.

I try to fish them out if I see them still moving. Worms are good for the ground, and also I'm such a nice character.

If they're already dead, though, I just loot the corpses.

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