If the bats are that fragile is there even a point in getting the worms out? Are the worms good for anything other than detention anyway? She thought, and glanced at the worms she'd already pulled free. Before going back to her de-worming she muttered another, 'yes sir'. She wasn't going to have him getting after her for ignoring him on top of everything else. Rather than sing aloud she kept the music playing in the back of her mind.

It's been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry. Five days since you laughed at me, saying get that together and come back and see me. She thought, careful to keep her body rigid. Fine. No fun. No singing. No dancing. But he couldn't very well control her thoughts as well. Cam got the third bat de-wormed without getting any more puss on herself. The worm, however, latched onto her thumb when she tried to drop it in the bucket. Gritting her teeth, Cam stooped down to set the bat carefully on the broom--WHO exactly is careful with a beaters bat again?!--then straightened up to get the worm off her hand.