Harrison Hills Park
While hiking on the trail, I noticed two five inch brown earthworms on the ground, near to each other. I picked one up — boys can do this without getting grossed out — and placed it right on top of the other. They wriggled about, each oblivious to the identity of the other, but responding, reflexively, to the touch of whatever that identity might be, each concerned exclusively with its own welfare. It reminded me of lovers in a bad relationship.