Just kidding. That doodle was just better than putting away my laundry.
I do have this weird nearly compulsive need to save wormies who have "beached themselves" if you will on concrete after a rain storm. After I've thrown the fifth or sixth back onto the grass I convince myself that I need to stop. I don't know... It's a habit I've always practiced ever since I can remember. I guess I just really hope that if I was drying out to death on a giant awful hard piece of asphalt someone would throw me back on the grass.
