Worms

Here are two short worm stories. Several years ago there was a scam much like the chinchilla one where you were supposed to get rich quick by raising red worms, then reselling them at a huge profit. An acquaintance (Tootie) decided to go for it and had worm-filled boxes all over his living room. He also had his Harley in there, so you get an idea of what his living room looked like. All seemed to be going well until one day when he awakened after a particularly hearty-party night. When he crept into bed the night before, he had failed to notice that the power had gone out and the lights that were normally over the worm beds were all off. As you all know, when nightfall arrives, the worms come out. And that they did. Everywhere.

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The second story happened when I was about 8 or 9 years old. There had been a heavy rainfall and puddles soon turned into lakes in everyone's backyards. When it finally stopped raining, the little neighbor girl across the street came over to see if I wanted to play in all the inviting and muddy water. It did not take us long to discover all the night crawlers that had come up from the sodden earth to find dry ground or drown. These were the real night crawlers....the huge ones that are so wily at night when you try to catch them. We instantly hatched up a scheme to make loads of bucks. We took my red Radio flyer wagon and wheeled it through everyone's backyards and along the streets and sidewalks scooping up all these bedraggled, half-drowned night crawlers. I am not exaggerating when I say we ended up with more than half a wagon full. It was time to put step two into place, so we proceeded to go from door to door with this wagon full of the slimy mass. No one wanted any crawlers though, and it was soon time to go home for supper. We pulled the wagon into the back of my parent's garage with the intent of trying to sell them again the following day. Now, I know I wouldn't surprise you if I told you that by the following day we had forgotten all about the wagon full of night crawlers, and had moved on to another of our normal misadventures. I know also, that I wouldn't be telling you anything new when I say that half-dead night crawlers turn into fully dead night crawlers awfully darned soon. And, if you have ever had occasion to be in the same breathing space as a dead night crawler, you won't be surprised to know that I never used that wagon again.

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