So I rescued a worm today.
When it rains, our church parking lot floods like nobody's business. The receding water strands hundreds of wriggling worms on the drying pavement, blindly searching for earth.
One little guy (well, he was pretty huge as far as worms go, but you know, compared to me) was squirming his way behind the rear wheel of my Odyssey.
I couldn't bear the thought of laminating him to the asphalt.
He did his panicked shrinking thing that earthworms seem to do upon human contact as I tossed him to the damp grass.
Yep. I rescued a worm today.
And I tried not to think about the several dozen I was likely steamrolling on my way out of the parking lot.