I'm Gonna Go Eat Worms

It's spring around these parts. And that means that the residents of the nearby development where I like to walk the dogs have begun to regularly overwater their lawns. And that means hundreds and thousands of earthworms struggle to the surface every night, drowning and desperate for air. They make their way to the slightly drier sidewalk and then tragically expire as soon as the hot rays of the sun hit them the next morning.

Other than poor lawn management and an abysmal waste of water, what does this mean? It means Mimi is now in full worm eating mode.

She won't touch the live ones. No, much too squirmy in the mouth. She only likes the dead, dry, crispy ones that she scrapes up from the sidewalk. She has become so skilled at this that she can scrape up worms without breaking stride, crunching them in her mouth as she walks.

I love my dogs.