A Day In Worm History a poem by Ira Mowen It was a day in worm history not soon to be forgotten. The air was damp and the dirt was soft as cotton. As worm colony number 359 sat down to eat, no worm knew the horror they would meet.
		What is Terrorism? And how do you depict it without scary or evil imagery? I played with the idea of "snorkeling worms" flooding a worm colony. That works.