Wormholes are all but just dreams or omens, they exist! Birds know them! They twist their beaks and go in. Dig up a little critter, ferociously jittery little twister, bitter his life turned out so different than he initially envisioned. Like bird feed, it's a fate no worms need... he thought to himself as he felt the Earth flee him, leave him to contemplate his meaning in the birds beak.