My name is B0b0 and I am a worm murderer.

Not only do I use worms in my selfish war against fish but I torture them. While they await thier turn to be slaughtered at the hand of my enemy I lock them up in small containers in my refrigerator. There is no light, no warmth. Just cold, dark, isolation. This is a neccisary evil.

I recently removed the crisper drawers from my refrigerator to find that several brave young prisoners had attempted escape. They died for their dream of freedom. I found their freeze-dried little bodies huddled together under a sheet of solid ice.

I shall not forget their struggle. I gave them a burial far finer than any of their captive brothers could even dream of. They chose the threat of a freezing death to avoid the jaws of war.

While I have been moved by their sacrafices, I am still at war with the fish people. Thus, as much as it saddens and guilts me- I must continue my own struggle. Even though I know full well the cost of worm lives it may mean.

I pray that one day all of their little worm babies may forgive me and learn to live in peace with the fish people.

Forgive me.