Ah, nematodes. Lowly and boneless they may be, but they've had a more significant effect on shaping the face of modern America than one might think.

For example, as the result of a massive infestation by golden nematodes on Long Island's potato farms shortly after WWII, a huge chunk of former farmland was put on the block and quickly snapped up by a visionary real estate developer. Such was the origin of Levittown, NY, arguably the archetype for the that tidal wave of "little boxes built of ticky-tacky" that soon came to inundate and infest the country at large. (As someone with a touch of the poet noted, it was a tragic aesthetic oversight that the original settlement hadn't been dubbed "Golden Nematode Estates" in honor of the worms whose blight is with us still and spreading apace e'en now!)

S'pose there's a song lurking in there somewhere - at least for those inclined to submit material to the Nematode Songbook...

Tangentially yours,

Mountain Dog