No boys for me

So I had a funny experience today on the playground. A little girl comes up to me and tells me a sometimes troublesome boy(he has a behavioral specialist with him now) has a worm he is playing with on the playground. It sounded like he might have been chasing her with it. He was playing in a sand pit with another sometimes troublesome boy(last year I told this boy to stop licking the bars when they were covered in water from rain or something and then the next recess he was doing it again, all over the bars he licked them back and forth-so gross). I go over there and they tell me they are finding worms, slugs and rollie pollies. The boy has one worm. He says it is his friend. Then he says he is trying to feed it and take care of it and I tell him it needs to be in the ground over by the grass because that is what he eats. So he goes to the grass gabs a handful and puts a pile of it in the sand. I am really just trying to get him to part with the worm. So I tell him the worm really needs to be out of the sand. He can't live there, there are too many kids that play in the sand and they might hurt it. So he says OK. "Can I throw it?" What! No, I tell him go put it in the grass nicely. So he does. The other little boy I now notice has a HANDFUL of slugs. " Go put the slugs away in the grass, and then go wash your hands with soap and water." Oh my goodness. I watch him to make sure he follows my instructions to go to the bathroom. Thank goodness gracious for my little girls. Oh wait. I recall Amber collecting hand fulls of worms from under the tetherball and then showing me a wriggling mountain of worms. Ok, girls can be gross too.