I HATE WORMS!

Seriously, I really really hate worms.  When I was a child I had a reoccurring nightmare that worms were invading my body and I would wake up in terror thinking they were eating a hole in my leg or stomach.  Plus, the evil little boys at the bus stop would throw them at me and freak me out.

So as an adult I act unreasonable when I encounter worms...specifically when they are where they don't belong.  Last night I was walking through the living room and I saw Jadzia playing with something on the floor. When I looked a bit closer I discovered it was a LIVE and wiggling worm.  I was on the phone with AL and in a panicked voice I yelled that I had to go and I hung up on her mid sentence.  Then I went into the kitchen to hide.  How was that horrible creature going to get out of my house without me having to deal with it?

I ran over to the roommates door and half whispered half yelled her name.  But she didn't respond.  So I ran back to the kitchen to text her to see if she wasn't awake.

Sigh...no response.

I then decided to call brother Lou to see if he could help.

No answer....

I called back....

No answer

and I called back...

still no answer

and I called back again and he finally answered in a sleepy voice

It was only 9:30...I didn't think it was to late to obnoxiously call over and over.

He was half asleep but he did listen to me freaking out over the worm that Jadzia was still playing with in the living room.

I think I went on and on for at lest five minutes until I took a breath and I gave him a chance to speak.  He told me to get a napkin and to pick it up.  Duh...I knew that was going to have to happen...or I was going to sleep in the kitchen....I considered it but after some "encouragement" I took a paper towel into the living room to get the slimy black worm.

Jadzia was picking it up with her mouth and dropping it back on the floor when I reentered the room.  Unfortunately, this didn't kill the worm as half its body was still wiggling around.  I know I gave her plenty of time to kill and eat her prey but she didn't comply.   She just wanted to play with it.

Meanwhile Lou was trying to say encouraging things in my ear but I was unreasonable.  I didn't want to hear it...I just wanted it to be gone.  Finally, I bent over and tried to pick it up in the napkin but it was hard for me.  And the third time was a charm.  Once I picked it up I ran across the room, flung open the front door and threw it and the napkin outside.  Then I forcible slammed the front door closed so it wouldn't come back in and get me.

Perhaps this is a good time to mention that the front door is right next to the roommates bedroom and she "was" sleeping.

Sigh...the crisis was over!  I hope that it never happens again.