Oystercatcher Tide Pools bittersweet arrival

you pull worms out... ass? tyche queried, the crown of her head falling to one side in confusion. she knew worms to be the slimy little snakes that surfaced after a rainfall, purifying the earth's soil. finding them in one's unmentionables was a frightening thought indeed. perhaps if he had called them with a different term, she would have understood what he was attempting to convey.

not turn into... she paused to search for a more delicate word for what she meant to say. waste when eat? they were not her preferred source of nutrition, but she had consumed them when in need.