Crunch!

[rejectomorph]

It's a lovely shirtsleeve evening, but I think I just stepped on a nightcrawler. I heard something crunch under my foot as I came up the driveway, but I didn't shine the flashlight on it to see what it was. That way I can pretend it was one of those things that falls off of the pine trees, but it was probably a nightcrawler. That's one of the disadvantages of spring here. I like to walk by moonlight, but it's impossible to see what I might be walking on, and spring brings an abundance of creeping critters. I guess I can set that down as another first of the season. There are bound to be more. Not a spring passes but I crush half a dozen or more nightcrawlers.

Other than that misfortune, I enjoyed being out tonight. The moon is almost full, the air is redolent of spring growth, and the crickets are more numerous. The mild nights have been long delayed this year, so I have lost time to make up for. I intend to spend every spare minute outdoors. Watch out, nightcrawlers!