
As I popped out the door to the garage this morning, I hit the garage door opener. The door began to rise slowly like usual. I continued through the garage toward the car to stow my bags for the trip to school. As I went around the car, I noticed a definite wiggling on the floor right where the door normally hits. Big worms, little worms, thick worms, thin worms - all kinds of worms were wriggling around on the floor trying to escape the rain soaked ground outside. I must admit that my immediate reaction was “Yuck, worms!” But then as I got in the car, I thought a little more about the poor creatures trying to escape into my garage probably to dry out and be swept away in a round of spring cleaning. Now, I was feeling sorry for the poor worms, but I must admit not sorry enough to round them up and put them back outside.











































