Country Kids like worms, but they don’t eat them. Probably.
I’ve always avoided those tangled messes of webbing in the underbrush of the forest, assuming that they contained giant mutant spiders. Country Kids don’t do that. Country kids head straight for them and poke them with a stick to see what happens. And when fuzzy silk worms come crawling out, they pick them up and carry them around and watch them crawl all over their hands. I don’t think I’ll ever manage to be a Country Kid.