By David Anderson, Tillicum
I believe, no better yet I bet, that if I balanced the books here at Bill’s Boathouse, the best, biggest, beyond-any-other-bait-or-
In fact if I were to check all income sources I would wager worms would wriggle their way from their otherwise lowly estate to near the top of the chart.
With the welcome wealth supplied by worms, why is it then that “if you are a cowardly or weak individual or an individual seen as pitiable,” why then you’re a wretched worm!
Even the ancient story of Job besmirches the beleaguered worm’s reputation by mentioning the unmentionable – the maggot and the worm in the same breath!
Bildad, with apologies to Jim Croce, blathers on about Job, who is admittedly in pretty bad shape, being the ‘bad, bad, baddest man in the whole ______ town’ and, in his blog, Bildad gives worms a bad rap. Though it’s true Job has had better days, it’s a bit beyond the borders of being a blessing to our brother to suggest, as Bildad does, that Job belongs in the throw-away bin: “man, who is but a maggot–a son of man, who is only a worm!” (Job 25:6)
While we sell maggots for bait here at the boathouse too, if I were a worm I’d bristle at that association! Pick myself up by the bootstraps and move on up the invertebrate ladder.
Actually there is a worm that goes by the etymology “bootlace.” Bildad’s bad-mouthing others by referencing worms, especially the bootlace worm, is a bad idea. The bootlace worm is the biggest, baddest behemoth burrowing beneath the boulders of our planet, reaching lengths of 180 feet for which some scientist creatively dubbed it “lineus longissiums.”
‘Linus the long-body’ has friends too, although not as big. Like the African giant earthworm measuring in at a mere 22’, he’s goes by ‘Microchaetus’ – which if he’s ‘micro’ you don’t want to meet his brother ‘macro’.
We don’t have any of those worms at the boathouse. Although if we did we wouldn’t need more than one. The trouble would be storing him. And feeding him. I mean what would he eat? Fish? Fishermen?
Speaking of fishermen, we don’t have any of those here this rainy morning (again?) either. Which explains why I had time to worm my way through this article.
But there’s another reason too.
Next time you’re feeling depressed, despondent, discouraged, defeated, and downcast – in other words like a worm – because of other’s contempt, criticism and chastisement borne of the conflict you’ve encountered by reason of taking your contentions defending your community to this swiftly eroding culture, consider you’re in good company.
Worms are the best.