This morning I went to the beach to scour the spring tides for cool creatures, and on my way to go see an octopus I spotted this thing.
It only held my attention for exactly the amount of seconds it takes me to go "woah what is that" and snap a shitty picture on my phone, and I pretty much forgot about it until I sat down at home with all my pictures ready to identify the creatures.
It didn't take me long to figure out it must be some kind of spaghetti worm, so I thought it would be easy to figure out what kind. The family name of spaghetti worm would surely imply that this world hosts at LEAST one autist deeply passionate about these creatures.
But no. No. Not one. Not one hyperfixated enthusiast has had the vim and vigor to compile a list of polychaete annelids of southcentral Alaska, LET alone take photos of them. There is ONE (1) study from 1948 readily available on the internet. I am reading it, thanks for asking.
I've found myself suddenly deeply passionate about spaghetti worms, abandoned by the world of niche internet microcommunities. I am sending emails to my local coastal wildlife experts. I am doing my duty, as a certified member of the autism community. I have been shown my task by the autism distribution system, I must take these creatures under my wing.
I am resolved to become extremely knowledgeable about spaghetti worms in my area. I will be armed with gloves and a jar come next low tide, you rest assured. These spaghetti worms will not go unscrutinized. I simply cannot suffer such neglect to happen.
