worms are gross.. they creep me out as much as e.t does. what are they made of and where are their eyes? why does each end move separately? i know sometimes ones purpose in life is questioned, but really what the heck is the purpose of a worm. if i were a worm i would.. eww i dont even want to imagine that. blahhh.. what kinda of species only dies from being squished but not sliced in thirds? im so grossed out i wont even kill a worm..
therefore, i hate gardening, its stirring the world of the worms.
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