One fateful Autumn afternoon, I saw a little worm in the garden. It wriggled around, digging through the soil. I thought it was helpless, so I placed a over ripened tomatoes I could not eat. Squirming inside, it chewed on the fruits soft flesh.

The next day, I saw over a dozen worms nibbling on the remains if the black tomato. I didn’t want anymore to arrive, so I covered up the group of worms.

Yesterday, I saw hundreds of them in the garden, across the pavement, in the grass, and even one or two on the roof. Their pink bodies jiggled around, like the mindless worms they were, as I was completely dumbfounded; “Why were all these worms here?” I thought.

Today, I was caught of guard. Thousands of worms across my yard made it look like my lawn was moving. I sit inside while they’re out there: the endless hoard of slimy string. Seeing them climb through the cracks in under the door, in between the windows, and through the floor, I am getting completely freaked out. Where do I go?? Should I leave my house???

During the past few hours, I’ve been hiding in the attic, taking peaks downstairs; I see them on the floors; on the walls, leaving a trail of goo; creating little holes in the sofa; and all over the kitchen. I cannot stop the slow, snake-like stampede.

Right now, I decide to leave the house because it is not safe; They even got to the attic. I garb the largest rain boots I can find, and I trudge downstairs. The worms crunch and thrash out beneath me.

Heading outside, I wade through the knee deep layer of living worms. Brushing against me, My legs are coated in their mucus. The orange rain boots I found do little to keep the worms out, and I squish a few of them that traveled to my boot.

Looking back, I see my house and the hundred or so foot radius of worms that surround it. Slowly, my house levels into the earth drowning in the endless abyss of worms. I cannot even fathom what just happened and if my insurance will even cover it.