Last week, as I was taking a walk on a drizzly spring morning, I was attacked by earthworms. No, they didn’t mug me. And it wasn’t like a swarm of bees – they didn’t actually touch me. Well, maybe the soles of my sneakers, but I gingerly tried to avoid that.
No, I’m referring to the assault on my nose. The sidewalk was like opening day for earthworm little league and it stunk worse than a sweaty kid-crammed locker room. Eau de Earthworm. You won’t find it at Macy’s.
The odorous onslaught reminded me of my “earthworm story” that my sister has been begging me to tell, so here goes:Continue Reading