Ahhhhh, I'm still alive but just by a hair since the P-Vine don't cut this ol' hillbilly no slack, worms be damned, and worked me like a slave today... Reckon that was good since it took my mind off, you know, "THE WORM'...

Speakin' of which, I ain' tolt the P-Vine none of this because I din't want to wormmy her none... But here's a progress report...

First, no new green headed worms have growed back in the hole in my finger the best I can tell... Yeah, now it just a clean hole with no infection and a bunch of Bacitracin in it...

Second, the WGSR din't get no sleep last night all wormied about the ceptic tank and has been in in contact with the folks at NSOWW, the National Society of Wierd Worms, and has this thing unner control, unless of course, the danged things have colonized and planning a massive assault...

Third, hey, it was only one danged worm in my finger... In thee X-File episode this guy had handreds comin' outta him... and none had green heads...

Forth, I ain't drinkin' no worm eggs... If they is supposed to be so good fir ya, Metch-ster, you can have mine, thankee...

Bobert