Books and the Bugs who Love Them

I wrote an article about a couple of my favorite things, books and bugs. You can read the whole thing here.

Running through the pages of half the book was a small tunnel. It began along the edge opposite the spine and wound itself deeper into the book. The width was so uniform it almost could have been made by a drill, but it curved around in different directions.

“What happened to this book?” I asked my grandpa.

“It must have been a worm.”