Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190627224346/@comment-36159587-20190702194008

Story-telling time I guess! This one is of why I don't go fishing and worms

So I was about...2-3 I think. The adults went on a fishing trip and I had to tag along, because a 2-3 year-old kid isn't supposed to stay home alone.

At some point, I wound up near all the cans of worms that they brought for fishing! But, I took pity on them and thought that they didn't deserve to get eaten by fishes.

I had a little purple girly backpack on me at the time, so I ate all my lunch (by myself), threw away everything but the plastic bags, and stole about 6/8s of the entire worm supply into my backpack.

The adults ran out of worms really quick, so they/we ended up hiking instead. I would always excuse myself for bathroom breaks just to duck behind some huge rock in a shady area so I could open up the cans and "let the worms take in some fresh air", or give them some fresh soil/dirt...something of the like.

Once I got home, I unleashed all the worms into the flowerpots, and supposedly my backpack smelled weird for about a month. But! All of them were alive and well. And even now it's probably the same worms/their offspring in the flowerpots in the backyard.

I remember they were really heavy to carry (the pots, not the worms), and my mom was considering throwing them away, but I pleaded for her to not throw away the pots because there were worms in them, and...uh, I got quite attached to those same worms. Talked to them sometimes. I don't care about being weird.

So yeah! If I go on another fishing trip I'm very wary of the fact I will likely try to save the worms, so I avoid those at all costs.

-Galaxian-