I lost track of the number of worms I encountered this season. Last night there was 1 grey and 1 dark brown. The grey one waved Hi to me from it's mini tunnel in the super juicy and tasty peach meat. It stole half the peach from me. Still strikes fear in me when I cut and split the peach into halves and dig the seed out because that's the moment of truth, especially when it seems like the coast is clear but after careful scrutiny somebody's actually squirming around. Ok nothing beats the marathon bluish-grey worm. That was the ultimate man. It had legs and it ran all over the chopping board and fell off the kitchen counter. I refuse to consider the possibility of it being a maggot. Worms are bad enough man. The peach season is almost coming to an end. Bye worms. Till next year.