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.”