I dug my shovel into the ground the other day, moving dirt around, clearing away the plants I didn’t want to make room for the ones I did.

By accident, I drove my shovel through an earthworm. It stopped squirming.

My heart stopped. Did its?

I knew the earthworm didn’t have a heart quite like mine, but that was my fear.

A moment later, the worm went back to the work of living. So did I.