Letting George out before bed last night I opened the screen door about a foot when it jammed against something. It was windy so I figured a stick had blown into the grooves. Being tired and lazy, I tried to force the screen further, shoving it and shoving it, but it wouldn’t give. I looked down at the patio and saw a slimy brown worm wriggling towards our door. I looked at our door and saw another worm suctioned to the door, working up to the glass.

It wasn’t a stick I was pushing the screen door against—it was a worm, or maybe two worms. Maybe three and I squished them all together into one mushy worm pile.

I felt so bad.

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