I am in the business of saving earthworms. It is not a serious business that was handed down from my great grandfather but more of an adopted business. I don't get paid, but I enjoy doing it.
Whenever I see an earthworm writhing on the warm cement, unable to escape to the nearby grass or dirt area I stop, pick it up, and throw it in the grass. I feel sorry them. I realize that they are stupid, but I assume the death of drying up on a cement sidewalk in the mid-day sun has to be excruciating. They have family.
After the rains, there were three earthworms under my porch mat. I joyfully tossed them in the grass. I know that they were grateful. I could tell by the look on their faces. Actually, I can't tell if it is their face or butt.
So, I'm a little on the odd side of life with my saving worms, however, I don't freak out if I accidentally step on one either. My life saving motive is not so strong that I have a bumper sticker on my car stating, "Save the earthworm" That would be weird.