eeek!

Yesterday I let out a shriek. I was on the patio. I live in a retirement community and shrieks from the residents are taken very seriously here.

I was re potting a fern. A worm crawled across my hand. I wasn't expecting a worm. It scared me. Ir scares me now.

What is notable is that I used to bait hooks with red worms. Big ones. It didn't bother me back then. But fishing didn't bother me back then either. Now I don't want to be responsible for the demise of anything that has a face. Fish have faces don't they?

Wait while I Google.

I found one fish that has a face.

I swear I love Google!

I had a aunt that had nothing but plastic flowers in her front yard. She also had six toes on each foot. Maybe I could go plastic?

Nah.