I have a couple of friends who are obsessed with worms.
Each is a beloved walking partner, but I don’t walk with them at the same time.
Part of it is that it’s simply not convenient for the three of us to get together.
Part of it is that I’m afraid there would be a fight.
One of them is a worm savior. When she encounters a worm stranded alone on the sidewalk, she’ll stop in her tracks to pick it up and put it in a safe place on the grass.
I read about a girl in New York City who rescues pill bugs on Federal Square. Give or take 60 years, and substitute suburban Texas for Manhattan, and the pill bug girl and my worm-saving friend are the same girl.
Because of the pandemic, it’s been almost a year since I last walked with my worm savior friend. I’m looking forward to the spring, when she is vaccinated, and the worms come back out, and we can go on walks again and she can save more worms.
My other worm-loving friend lives with me.
We walk together twice a day, every day.
Like my other friend, she has an especially keen eye for worms stranded on the sidewalk. But this friend eats them. Gobbles them right up and will even come back the next day to see if there might be leftovers.
Here is a picture of my worm-eating friend.
I have nothing but warm feelings for my worm-loving friends.
Still, I think it’s best to keep them separated, in case they start fighting to get the worm.