I don’t think too many of us outside of those agronomists who make them their life’s work – think too much about worms.  We do not see them usually unless there is a rain that washes them out of the soil.  We do not really notice them unless we are children who are built low to the ground and who pick odd things up and stick them in their mouths.  In fact, worms are hardly on our horizons until one comes knocking on my door – daily.  And, if it were not for my watchdog in my computer, that worm would be ensconced within the electronics of my main means of connectivity with the worlds – wreaking havoc.

For several weeks now I have been receiving e-mails from people (sources) I do not recognize and do not open their messages.  One is because I have never heard of these individuals and another is that my watchdog, keeper of the gates and general protector tells me that there is a “worm” that is trying to get into the works.  My immediate response is to delete that message but it keeps coming back daily – almost in the same way that the petulant gentleman who wants me to accept his word that I will make a lot of money by replying to his offers.  He calls me by my first name and I usually do not answer unknown people who are so pushy.  He refuses to go away and he uses his first name to show that he really wants to be my friend. I admire his persistence but despise his thinking I need him to enrich me simply by letting him in the door.

But it is those worms that bother me.  I used to be afraid of viruses but this worm is right out in the open where my watchdog noticed and took precautions to keep him out.  Worms that live in and aerate the soil are good little creatures.  I understand that the worm that wants to live among the electronics in my computer is a devilish invention by trouble-makers who do what they do because they can.

My doorkeeper has identified this worm as “STORMWORM @ MXLM”.  You noticed that I capitalized the words in the address and advise you to stay away from fiddling with this creature.  It wants to embed itself where it can do the most harm, something like a tapeworm, unwanted, unneeded and very difficult to get rid of.  The nasty part of this is that someone’s address is sent as a message and when you click on it you invite it in and, I understand, it can bring your whole machine down by eating it out from the inside.

Such worms and the subterranean human creatures who produce them live and thrive among us because we are trusting souls and when someone knocks on the door we throw it open and ask them in for a cup of tea, “Oh doo dah day”.