I went into full-scale girl mode this morning. Those who know me know this is highly unusual. Yes, I screamed. Yes, I panicked. Yes, I called for Brandon to come save me. Let me explain.

So I was just about ready for work and everything, and I planned to wear a pair of shoes I hadn't worn since Monday. Unfortunately, I rested my foot on my leg as I placed on a shoe, transferring something on to my pant leg my shoe had been carrying since then. It was a worm. An earth worm, to be precise. A slimy, nasty, disgusting earthworm that smelled like dirt. I screamed. I yelled for Brandon. I tried to fling it on the floor. Part of it stuck to my finger due to its goo, causing me to scream, "BRANDON!!!" even louder. He was probably there already. I was vaguely aware of him picking up the worm with a paper towel and saying that it wasn't that big of a deal.

And why was it that big of a deal? I'd baited worms while fishing as a child. I'd played with some pretty creepy critters. And more recently, I washed some pretty nasty dishes and even cleaned the bathroom. I think it was so bad because I didn't see it coming. I hadn't braced myself. So for the first time since I can remember, I had a hysterical girl fit over something icky. At least Goo Gone gets out earth worm goo. Ugh.