There was a worm in my kitchen this morning.
When I walked through the kitchen, it wasn’t there. The floor was free of vermiforms. However, on the way back, what did I see slooowwwwwwwwly making its way towards the dining room. Yes. A six inch long, muck encrusted worm.
Today wasn’t the first time either. This happened a few weeks ago too with what looked like the same worm. I would’ve thought it’d know better by now, than to somehow wriggle into a warm, dry house and slowly dehydrate.
I scooped it up in a piece of loo roll and dumped it unceremoniously out the back door, wondering how on earth it managed to get in in the first place...