This morning, I was walking to work.
A few meters in front of me was a woman walking in the same direction.
All of the sudden, she stopped, bent over and picked a worm off the sidewalk, moving it to the safety of a nearby lawn.
Last night was a rainy affair and the sidewalk was strewn with worms in various states of distress, forced above ground after their tunnels flooded with the rain.
The absurdity of this woman delicately and carefully trying to save a single worm struck me.
Heading towards us, a mother held the hand of her young son.
As they approached us, it became obvious that the son was stomping on all the worms he saw on the sidewalk.