I got out of bed twenty minutes ago and found a battered earthworm under my living room table, probably left there by one of my cats. It’s hard for me to touch those things, so I picked it up with a teaspoon and hurled it outside. I hurled it at the wrong angle and too hard though, so it flew into my cherry tree and wrapped itself around a branch. I entangled it and it fell into the grass. I don’t know if it will survive, but at least it can now die with dignity.