|   The Worm Massacre | jasdvkdbj
Apr 2, 2002 5:10 PM | | So I went riding this afternoon hitting some trails a bit out of town. About 80 degrees and partly cloudy; good day for riding. If only I knew of the atrocities that would face my little cursed friends...
As I drop into the trails in a heavily wooded area that is bordered by a river, I notice a disgustingly large amount of what I thought were cobwebs. The cobwebs turn out to be the thread by which small caterpillars supend themselves from the trees in the woods. No big deal, just left over from the morning I assumed.
As I dive deeper and deeper into the trees, I get a thicker and thicker mat of webs covering my face, clothes, and bike. To make things worse are the little creatures that dangle from the ends of these sticky threads. They get in my shirt, in my hair, in my mouth, in my eyes, in my ears! I even come close to swallowing one when taking a gulp from my Camelbak, but luckily spit the bastard out before he makes his home in my tummy.
It gets to the point that I have to 'clean' myself off every few hundred yards and brush the crawly buggers off myself. Definitely not good for the flow of the ride. The trails were good and fun, but this little distraction eventually began to bug me (pardon the pun). It was time to leave anyway so off i went. I must have sent a few hundred of these poor souls to meet their maker this day. Actually, far fewer than that since I was able to brush most of them off.
If you've read this far you must be bored. But, while you're at it, why don't you tell me when the season of the worm massacre ends so I'm know what to expect in the future. G'day. |
| the answer is.... | Nigey
Apr 3, 2002 7:19 AM | | ...it all ends when the worm turns :^) |
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