I have postponed posting this for a few days, thinking I would have a moral to the story.
Yesterday morning dawned fresh and slightly wet from rain the night before. I walk in the mornings and was amused by the high number of worms on the road. You know what I mean. They are all over the sidewalks and roads after a rain. Mostly, when I see this, they are in process of dying or are already worm jerky. Yesterday, as I walked, they were fat and juicy and stretched out trying to move. Anyway, I spent most of the walk, which turned out to take just as much time as normal but without the distance, picking up worms and tossing them off the road and back into the grass. Traffic had already taken its toll. I thought how a mass worm exodus might even cause cars to slide into each other. I was intrigued that most of them were headed toward the middle of the road away from the safety of grass and dirt. I do not know why this is. It is presumed that worms come out during rain for mating. Now maybe this causes them to become disoriented. I don't know, but it seems their internal GPS does not function well in this situation. Perhaps given enough time with enough moisture in the air and on the ground, they would eventually make it back before drying up or getting run over.
I like to fish and use worms when I do. I wish I could understand why I feel the need to save the worms in this situation but am able to use them so matter of fact-ly as bait on my fishing hook. I feel like there must be a lesson in this. Nothing comes.