My little friend

There I spotted my little friend, in the shower. At first I didn't recognize him right away. I thought maybe he was just a piece of string getting tossed around by the drops of water. I was perplexed. This can't be what I think it is. Or can it? I had to take a closer look and to my surprise I was correct. It was only about an inch long, slender and dark red. Though, I was looking right at it I still couldn't believe it. Before I could dwell on the notion of "why is this happening to me" panicked thoughts on what I should do about my little friend raced through my mind. I couldn't just leave him lying there like that but I didn't want to touch him either. It was gross. With the shampoo running down my hair I bared down and swallow my guts for what I was about to do. With my right slipper I grinded him in to the tiles of the floor and let the water carry his remains down the drain. I guess I should not be calling him my little friend, since in the end I wasn’t kind to him at all. You may say I was cruel but I could not share my shower with a worm. (Yes, a worm. What did you think it was? No, it's not some kind of metaphor. A real f@#%!&$ worm. )

The murder weapon

As for all you other worms better not come around here or you'll meet the same fate!