Neresis limbata is wiggling its way through my patience

Neresis limbata

I hate cinder worms. They’re a fickle menace. They’re slimy, fleshy, wiggly segmented polychaetes who spend most of their lives working the mudflats of salt ponds and estuaries. Mother’s Day seems to be an annual coming out party as they leave the dark muck for late sunny afternoon swims to the surface under clear, calm … Continue reading Neresis limbata is wiggling its way through my patience