This is Not My Beautiful House

Ambling down 23rd Street this morning, I saw something I don't normally see in the middle of the city sidewalk.

An earthworm.

I couldn't help but wonder how Inchy had ended up so far from his natural habitat. I figure a bird picked him up at a local park (after all, who hasn't been picked up at a local park?), grew weary of the wriggling burrower and cast him off at the sight of something more appealing.

Come to think of it, that seems to be a common Chelsea story.