You Know What I Hate?

Worms.  I cannot adequately describe to you my hatred for worms.  And on rainy gray days like this one, I am positive I can smell them.   They come out full force after a rain, and they just lay there in the driveway and on the sidewalks, being all slimy and gray and wormy.  HATE.

This morning, as Mini-Mock and I were waiting in our mudroom for Junior Mock’s school bus to arrive, Mini-Mock saw a worm on the FLOOR of our mudroom.  This is unacceptable.  It’s one thing for them to all slither out of the ground OUTSIDE, but when they start infiltrating my house?  NO.

To my simultaneous horror and delight, Mini-Mock was totally grossed out and actually a little scared of the worm.   He said, “Eeeew.  Mommy, what IS that?”  And I looked, and shrieked, and immediately got out the broom to brush it out of the door.  I probably didn’t help the whole Mini-Mock fear factor, but I’m so completely repulsed by worms I couldn’t help it.  Mr. Mock is going to be all, “He’s a BOY.  He’s supposed to LIKE worms.” 

He’s a mama’s boy about worms, though.

This is one of the primary reasons I don’t garden.  I mean, aside from the fact that it’s, you know, dirty.  If I could at least be assured that there were no worms in the ground, I might actually think gardening was somewhat interesting. 

To observe, anyway.

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  • Benoit from Ottawa

    Worms. Ah yes, worms. With “himlet”, make as though you didn’t mind, or at least leave him to muck around. It does do a boy good. A girl too.

    Besides, worms are our friends. No really. Here: (Warning, stop reading the 3rd paragraph mid-way!!!)

    Changing subjects abruptly, have you seen this?

    In compensation.

  • meganyore

    i love worms :o) i wouldnt eat one or anything, and they are slimey, but they do wonders for plaet earth.

  • Christine

    I have two large bins of composting worms in my basement. We feed them our non meat non oily left overs.

  • Hatchetwoman

    Mock, I’m sorry to say that I’m disappointed in you and your eeek-it’s-a-worm attitude. I love worms, and once we have our own house, I’m going to raise composting worms — vermiculture!

  • Pris

    I like worms too, but then I like all sorts of creatures (even known-to-be-disgusting-or-scary ones)…

  • Anonymous

    I am a lurker rather than a commenter….but I couldn’t let Mockerena hang out alone on this one. I know worms are our friends. I know they don’t have fangs or venom and are unlikely to chase me. Or, even if they do, they can only move about 1/1,000 miles per hour and would be unlikely to catch me. I know it’s irrational. But I still hate them. Really a lot. And if I found bins of composting worms in my basement, I would immediately leave the house and never return.
    So, Mockarena, it’s at least two against the world.

  • R

    Our computer has been down for three of the longest, most dreadful days. But if I had to choose between being cut off from the cyberworld for three more days or finding one worm in my house, I’d go with the broken computer. No question about it. I don’t mind that they’re out there, but I don’t want to have to see them. Not even a picture of one.

    In grade school, my teacher read to the class “How to Eat Fried Worms” every day after lunch. It took her three freaking weeks to get through that book, and I gagged every time she read a wormy part.

  • QuiteContrary

    I happen to be quite fond of worms myself… I was just talking to my mom about starting a worm-compost bin like we had when I was a kid.

    But, I had crazy hippies for parents… My mother would have slapped me if I acted afraid of a worm. And, I have always been more afraid of my mother than just about anything else someone could threaten me with.