A surprising sight awaited me this morning. I had already walked through the darkened dining
room into the living room with my breakfast of coffee and Greek yogurt/sliced
peaches/walnuts. You see, my couch
recliner is where I wake up with breakfast, laptop, and devotional. I turned on the overhead light switch by the
front door and went over to sit down—and then I saw it.
Wriggling on the floor on its way to the dining room
rug was a humongous earthworm. A good
six inches long, it was not navigating my hardwood floors very well. Relieved that I had not stepped on it in the
dark, I fetched a paper towel, gently picked it up, went out the front door,
and deposited it in my front yard.
Had the earthworm been spider or snake, I would not
have been nearly so kind—or calm. It is
amazing what a difference lack of speed makes in my reaction to unwanted
intruders. There is, however, one thing
that really bothers me: How did the worm
get inside my house?
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