I stepped on a worm.

Barefoot. In my kitchen this morning. Please please PLEASE someone tell me how a gooey worm covered in dirt got on my kitchen floor so that I could step on it on my way to pour myself some cereal. I first thought I had stepped on a piece of red onion that must of somehow fallen off of some left overs that Tyler ate late in the night. But upon further review I realized with nauseating horror that it was indeed a big juicy worm squooshed all over my heel. It literally took every ounce of my strength not to scream out loud and then bash my head on the counter. Instead I gritted my teeth and cleaned myself and my floor up and tried to convince myself that this was not a big deal. But seriously! How in the world did it get into my kitchen!? Nice start to my Wednesday morning? I think not.

{Note. I wanted to put a picture up with this. But all the worm pictures I looked at caused me to freak out and nearly vomit. So alas. No picture.}