“Night crawler?” Calliope scrunched up her face. “It was the first word — words? — that jumped up at me when I looked at page… err… page 798 in Webster’s. You got a problem with night crawlers Cal?” Thalia closed the dictionary. “Not a problem… I just don’t know what we can say about worms is all.”
Your stories often prompt memories from long ago. No exception today. After a rainy summer day, my brother and I would arm ourselves with bucket and flashlight to harvest night crawlers from Miss Kirby’s lawn. It’s rich, dark soil harbored seemingly countless worms, engendering eager anticipation for the next day’s fishing adventure. Perch, sunfish, and the occasional catfish. Mostly catch and release. Always great fun! Thanks for the jog!
Your stories often prompt memories from long ago. No exception today. After a rainy summer day, my brother and I would arm ourselves with bucket and flashlight to harvest night crawlers from Miss Kirby’s lawn. It’s rich, dark soil harbored seemingly countless worms, engendering eager anticipation for the next day’s fishing adventure. Perch, sunfish, and the occasional catfish. Mostly catch and release. Always great fun! Thanks for the jog!