When I'm off on archaeology digs I have a pretty good "eye" that lets me trowel away at a brisk clip and still detect changes in soil color, texture or the presence of small artifacts. The problem is, I can never turn it off. So on my daily walks with Hank the Dog I'm always seeing things.
Here a worm did not make it off the sidewalk when the sun got hot. Farewell, Worm Number Five.
When I see worms struggling across sidewalks and streets I always - in the interest of Karma - pick them up and toss them to safety. Of course I can't save them all.
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