I sit, mesmerized. I cannot look away.
Across from me, the wonder worms dance across their tiny stage to music only they can hear. So varied and gifted a performance!
Their tap dance, in truth, more of a soft shoe routine, gives way to a classical pas de deux. They plié. They leap. They arc. They bow. It’s all a tease to draw me in. The tension builds: Again and again, they run at each other. They come so very close…and then fall back. They run at each other once more. I lean in and hold my breath.
Suddenly all is still.
The worms resume their performance before I can even register this denouement. This time it’s disco. Then hip hop. What’s next? The Electric Slide. Their agility knows no bounds.
Suddenly the worms become boxers. Light on their feet, they weave and bob as they size one another up. They feint. Faster and faster they spring. Who will be first to deliver the knockout punch?
I forget where I am. I forget who I am. I hope the worms are benevolent because there is no going back. I sit unblinking, paralyzed, spellbound. I am at their mercy. Magnetized, I lean closer still.
I sit, mezmerized. And I cannot look away.
“What are you talking about? Let’s go.”
“Come on, I’m done. We can get coffee now. Thanks for being patient. I really needed to take care of that.”
“Who are you?”
See the wonder worm performance here. View at your own risk.