Oh! So THAT'S what the cloves do!

GREAT SCOTT! Just as I barely begin to overcome my extreme aversion and disgust (because I'm greatly solaced by knowing they will soon be joining the great mass of toxic mess in the sewers), I learn that I came THIS CLOSE to doing nothing but an exercise in futility! WHEW - THANKS! Squeaky pulls me through!

The only thing I can think of that's worse than knowing I have these foul things in me, is thinking they're gone and having them born anew, STILL in me.
blueskyz

P.S. I simply cannot imagine pulling them out and measuring them as some have done. WAY more information than I want to know about my own personal worm families. As long as they are coming OUT and heading FAR FAR AWAY, that's enough for me.