No Melanie Daniels

Leah told me that the worm probably graced my windshield because a bird picked it up, then decided it didn't want it and dropped it. This makes sense because all the robins around here became morbidly obese the four or five days of rain last week and one more morsel was just too much.

Or the bird could have been launching its own neo-Hitchcockian attack against Kirksville mankind in retaliation for their air pollution, neverending hunting season, and poor food scrap quality, all while taking advantage of a weekend downpour's worm harvest.

Too bad for the worm, though--it died nonetheless.