The first frozen worm I saw didn't leave me too shocked, I'm accustomed to dead worms because I fish.
The next couple of frozen worms started to worry me.
Then I came upon this massacre. Evidently, the rain drove the worms to dry, warm ground (the asphalt), and the freezing temps finished them off.
As the elevation dropped and I moved closer to the lake, temperatures rose and I began to see survivors.
But many were left in a deplorable state. And I soon found out why...
Legions of birds had seized this opportunity for a fast, hearty meal.
Led by their fearless leader, Robin "Fats" Domino.
But the numbers those birds devoured pales in comparison to the number I trampled underfoot...
...on my way to tell you about the massacre.
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