<p><strong> There's a Hair in My Dirt! is hysterical . . . more entertaining than any science class I remember and the foreword by biologist Edward O. Wilson proves it's legit. -- <em>Washington Post</em></strong></p><p>Once upon a time in a place far away, lived a man named Gary Larson who used to draw cartoons. It was a cartoon that appeared for many years in daily newspapers and was loved by millions. (And was confusing to millions more.) But one day he stopped. He went into hiding. He made a couple short films. He threw sticks for his dogs. They threw some back.</p><p>Gary was restless. He couldn't sleep nights. Something haunted him. Something that would return him to his roots in biology, drawing and dementia--a tale called <em>There's a Hair in My Dirt! A Worm's Story</em>.</p><p>It begins a few inches underground, when a young worm, during a typical family dinner, discovers there's a hair in his plate of dirt. He becomes rather upset, not just about his tainted meal but about his entire miserable, wormy life. This, in turn, spurs his father to tell him a story--a story to inspire the children of invertebrates everywhere.</p><p>And so Father Worm describes the saga of a fair young maiden and her adventuresome stroll through her favorite forest, a perambulator's paradise. It is a journey filled with mystery and magic. Or so she thinks.</p><p>Written and illustrated in a children's storybook style, <em>There's a Hair in My Dirt! A Worm's Story</em> is a twisted take on