I have held an earthworm in my hand.
We’ve had rain, you see, which brings the earthworms onto the road, where they are eaten by birds and run over by tires. To walk down the gravel road from our place is to be constantly sidestepping them. Yesterday there was a six-inch-long one on the street outside the Margo office and, with only one second thought (Yuk! but I can do this), I picked it up and set it down on the grass.
I can hardly believe my courage!
But seriously, this is not something I’ve ever been able to do.
Back in the day, say till I was about 35, had there been a moth fluttering around the bedroom in the dark, I would’ve pulled the covers over my head so it couldn’t touch me or get caught in my hair. Now, however, I catch them and set them loose outside. Same with bees and wasps that get into the house. Same with spiders. Although the last three I don’t touch; they are confined under an overturned glass and a thin piece of cardboard is slid across the rim for carrying the wee beasties outside.
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