I rescued a worm today. Or did I?
Walking along, a movement catches my eye as a big fat morsel of a worm is worming its way across the sandy, dry path. Giving itself what looked like a scrumptious dirt bath.
Stopping to watch, my lips feel slightly parched as I watch this little worm surely drying out right before my eyes. It needs water, it needs help! So of course, I say, “Come with me little worm,” as I pick it up and lay it in the luscious green moist grass, thinking this would be the perfect spot for a wee bit of R&R and resuscitation. But still, it doesn’t move. Did I do the right thing?