speaking of worms

man let me tell you about this time I had this pet worm

 I found this little guy after my cousin and little brother found him in the living room and took a knife to kill him but it only cut off half of his "torso"? and he was still living and crawling around when they both called to me and my mom saying there was this snake in the living-room

so I stopped them from trying to suffocate him and put him in a jar with air holes and some sweet potato and basil for him to eat and he was officially hailed Ringo there and then 

ringo was a good guy even if he had half of his torso ripped off and it never grew back until he died. not that it grew back after he died, its just id like to tell you he never had a torso again.

Also the reason I named him Ringo was because thats the name of the drummer guy from the Beatles and I hate the Beatles. no offence, I love Ringo, the worm, I just really hate the Beatles.

um yes he was in my bedroom on the top of my closet where there was more wind and I occasionally took him out to my living room or my moms bedroom (which my mom hated) or even to school (which my friends hated). 

he died a few weeks later to like fungus overgrowth and he covered and stuck in fungus because I forgot to clean out his jar. R.I.P Ringo, I never got a photo with him. and my mom made me throw his jar out without a proper farewell because she hated him but I like him cause he's a cool guy.