I am the Worm-Saviour. Koo koo kachoo.

You know those days, where you can smell the rain? Even when it's still a few days away? It's been like that for the past week here. It finally rained today, and it was amazing. And I mean, REALLY rained. The kind of rain that brings all the worms up onto the sidewalk like some kind of armageddon of the creatures beneath the earth.

Those worms always make me sad. They're in the middle of the pavement, lost, drying out or drowning. I save the worms. If they're still alive, I try and toss them back towards the dirt. Someone stopped me and asked what I was doing, and then laughed at me when I told him.

That makes me sad too. When it's funny not to want to kill things. When I express sadness during a movie when an animal dies, or about hunting methods that end up doing more harm than the good it's said regulated hunting does. Animals that are run to death without a chance to eat or drink. Hunters who shoot anything and everything.

Like mourning doves. Who mate for life. And literally mourn the loss of their partners. Forever. Now THAT'S devotion. Though I guess it goes against the evolutionary idea that the only real goal is to Survive, Thrive and Reproduce. It's kind of sweet. We usually don't think of birds doing something so......well, I was going to say human, but these days we hardly stay with each other for long do we?

I digress. I love animals. From big to small to creepy crawly inbetween. Even the bugs I hate like centipedes, I won't kill them myself. When I was 8, I trapped an earwig under the arm of a picture frame to kill it because it was crawling around inside the house. As it was struggling to either free itself, or die, I was struck by such overwhelming sadness that I ended up running away and getting my dad to kill it more humanely. I then spent the next few months worrying that I would reincarnate as a bug and somebody would kill me just as terribly.

I am distinctly pacifist. I don't believe that anything should die, and if it's a necessity (like killing mice who live in the house and could bring in disease), it should be quick and painless.

Today a coworker and I, spent a good 20 minutes listening to a pair of pigeons cooing to each other and watching them move around. It was....peaceful.

I don't really know what my point is. I'm rambling. I'm floating somewhere a third of the way down in a bottle of gin and tonic. But somewhere in there, is simply the belief that everything deserves respect and care. That being kind or gentle isn't something the deserves ridicule. It should be respected once in a while. Looked up to.

Because if we lose our ability to care for the things that don't come at us with maliciousness and spite....then it doesn't look good for how we treat each other.

I am the worm-saviour. Koo koo kachoo. See you outside the bottle.