Spent a lot of time over the weekend gardening. Which involves digging. Which involves a lot of killing of earthworms who were hanging out in the dirt minding their own business. And I feel bad about this.
I suppose if I were gardening for subsistence agriculture I would feel slightly less bad–but I’m gardening for pleasure and the joy of digging in the dirt. I actually enjoy “worm rescue”: scooping up the fat, healthy escapees and depositing them into “safe” parts of the garden where they don’t have to worry about me–just birds and small mammals.
So for all the worms who meet an untimely end with my shovel–thanks for all you did to make the soil healthy, I appreciate your life and sacrifice, and do mourn you passing.