Poor Mr. Sister broke his back clearing the plot of land for our pending garden.
No, that's not the funny part.
As I removed the big grassy clods of dirt, I would "save" the worms I found by throwing them back into the garden plot. They're beneficial to the garden, right? When we were thoroughly worn out we stopped for the day and went inside. Mr. Sister went back out to check on our work and spied a flock of birds devouring all of the worms I worked so diligently "saving".