Spring is in the air. The worms are disobeying the all wormbin official lights out and cabin checks. Some are sliding up to the forest fire tower overlook for the scenery. Others are rendezvousing up in the Rubbermaid bin handles for the vermi-equivalent of speed-dating. The naughtiest worms are sneaking out, thinking they have oh so totally conned the confirmation class advisers. I'm finding them on my kitchen floor in various states of writhing spiritual reevaluation and rapture.
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder