The Richmond Register


October 18, 2013

Wooly worms need to get their message straight

PAINT LICK — Early last Friday afternoon, I decided to walk from my house down to the Friends of Paint Lick building. My truck battery was dead. Loretta was already there with several other women getting ready for our Village Fest, and I felt an urgent need to go down and get in their way for a while.

Chris offered to drive me down and Lo even offered to come and get me, but it’s only two flat miles. I figured the exercise would do me good and that I probably wouldn’t get lost along the way.

I also figured that I might run into some members of the National Association of Wooly Worm Winter Weather Watchers (NAWWWWW) along the way.

News reporters have been hounding me about the NAWWWWW forecast for the winter of 2013-14 since before Labor Day. I’ve actually done interviews with the Courier-Journal, the Paducha Sun, Associated Press and a television station in Indianapolis.

But I’ve been hedging my bets with the big city press because something is going on with NAWWWWW that I’m not sure I understand.

In the first place, the Woolies did start crawling across the road several weeks earlier than normal this year. In the second place, there is absolutely no consistency in what they have to say about the coming weather.

I started regularly encountering members of NAWWWW on evening walks as early as late August. At first, I attributed this untimely behavior to the fact that we’ve had more cool nights this summer than I can ever remember during what is supposed to be the hottest time of the year.

I also figured they might have been flooded out of the rock walls, abandoned barns and sheds and other places where they stay cool and hidden during summertime.

Nearly half the early-stirring guys were jet black, and that’s generally a bad sign. On the other hand, I’ve seen significant numbers that are totally brown or tan. Many others are black on both ends and brown in the middle. Some are back with many tan spots, and some are tan with black spots.

I’d heard of solid white wooly worms before but never actually seen one. Already this year, I’ve seen four that I have examined closely enough to be convinced that they are albinos of the same species as their brethren, and that has to be a sign of something.

Native Americans consider white buffalos to be holy, so maybe we’re getting some godly wooly worms in the mix, and maybe we’re getting set to have a holy winter.

Anyway, on my trek down to Friends, I stopped to chat with several members of NAWWWWW who were also out enjoying the perfect fall weather. I even put one in my shirt pocket to show the ladies.

But I forgot him until after we’d enjoyed a late lunch of perfect soup.

Lo had made a batch and so had Linda Caldwell, so one of them put hers in the other’s pot and stirred them up together. The women do this pretty regularly. I call it double soup. Sometimes it’s even triple soup when they mix three pots together.

When I finally remembered him and started to take the NAWWWWW rep out of my pocket, he was gone. I wasn’t about to suggest that he might have fallen into the soup

Saturday afternoon as Village Fest was winding down, Morgan Taylor found him crawling around the front porch foundation at Friends. Morgan is Friends’ founder and the late Dean Cornett’s, great granddaughter, which means she is just naturally curious about stuff and old enough to be skeptical.

But I still showed her that if this guy was correct, NAWWWWW is saying that central and southeastern Kentucky are going to have a relatively mild winter, temperature wise, but still more snow than we’ve had in 10 years. So I figure that’s as good a guess as any.

When I asked him about his white cousins I’d seen, he informed me that didn’t’ mean anything.

Seems the white woolies had recently escaped from Wind Gap, Pa., where a local diner breeds them to use as the secret ingredient in the scrapple they serve for breakfast.

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