Cold-hearted Worm Killer

I hate feet. Well, rather, toes to be exact.No, indeed I love feet. The heel in all its power. The delicate arch so graceful and defined.
Then there are the toes. The disgusting, miniature fingers. Some with toe cheese squezzed in between, others smelling of Fritos and Pork Rhines or whatever.Yes, I hate those appendages.

Until today.

I drew a foot today. In fact it was my foot. Complete with powerful heel, delicate arch, and of course, the well-balanced big toe with the four others right beside. With drawing my foot, I discovered the beauty in the weird curl of my pinky toe. I discovered the necessity of the utter bigness of the big toe. I discovered the appeal of the lanky, finger-like middle toes. (What a weird word: toes).
Ever since I discovered that toes are indeed beautiful, I have worn flip-flops. These have been appropriate since the spring weather has taken residence in our unstable climate.I would have run to class tonight...but I was wearing flip-flops. Not a very good idea to run in those less than protective and very flimsy shoes.
I looked down at my toes: marvelous, I thought. And what a wonderful way to show them off to the class--walk in late, out of breath, make lotsa noise, try to find a seat, meanwhile making the noise "flip flop flip flop". That sound naturally attracts poeple's eyes to one's feet, which then will inevitably bring them to my pretty toes. How swell!
How quickly 3 hours and 50 minutes passes when one is admiring toes. And just like that, class was over.
I walked out of the classroom and realized the shaky climate had taken over. Spring was no longer present in the air. The ground was wet and sticky. Sprinkles fell from the dark sky. I looked down at my toes. I cannot let my toes be subject to such inclement weather! But events such as this are quite unavoidable.
I walked very quickly, figuring that the less time it took for me to walk to my car, the better it was for my toes. But, this made things worse. The faster I walked, the more the wetness splashed on my feet, my toes, my heels, my pants. I slowed the pace of my walking.
Upon doing so, I noticed an abundance of worms lying on the open sidewalk. Big ones. Fat ones. Small ones. Pink ones. Gray ones. Purple ones. (I must say, I am utterly intrigued by worms and their simple yet complex existence). It was probably at this point that I realized how cold my feet and especially my toes were. I thought, "How many worms have I stepped on while I was walking briskly? Why had I no thought for the feelings of the worms?" I was striken with guilt. My beautiful feet, my toes, had cold-heartedly killed maybe countless worms!!
I now made each step with caution, trying to avoid stepping on the worms. I eventually made it to my car and immediately turned on the heat. When I was about half way home, the heat was actually hot. I turned it up a notch. Now it was blowing at precisely the "3" level. I soon noticed that my cold-hearted toes became quite toasty warm. I turned the heat down a notch but noticed that my toes became cold again. My thoughts went back to my cold-hearted killing of worms. I turned the heat back up, my toes soon toasty warm again.
As long as the heat was on, I had no guilt of killing the worms. I thought, "I must keep my toes warm forever."That is easier said than done. As soon as I exited my car, cold temperatures overwhelmed my toes. I ran inside(possibly killing more worms....but I'd rather not think about that) and went back into my room. I practically tore my room apart, throwing clothes out of drawers, dumping clothes out of the laundry basket, rustling my blankets, trying to find my wool socks. I figured that the wool socks would be the best thing to keep my toes warm and my conscience clean. But I have realized now, sitting in a comfy chair wearing woolen socks, still thinking about worms, that I cannot go on like this forever. At some point, my toes will have to be cold. I will have to take off my wool socks at one point. My toes cannot be toasty forever. What can I do to rid my conscience of this guilty feeling that my toes are cold hearted worm killers?

In memorium, I have decided to erect a worm farm to foster life for many generations of worms. In addition to that, I have decided to say a little prayer every time I walk past or see a worm. This will indeed give me peace of mind and heart. And one day, I hope to see my toasty toes as beautiful again, and not just as a cold hearted worm killer.