This series began in response to Valentine's Day, which to me has an alluring gloss, but always makes me squirm a little. Originally a celebration of the Christian Saint Valentine, today the holiday seems to be mostly about commercialism. But even when it was about love, as I saw it in my youth, why should there be one day selected for demonstrating one's feelings? In adulthood, after the gloss had rubbed off, Valentine's Day would emphasize my singleness rather than celebrate romance. Here then is a beautiful, lopsided heart formed by worms, which I also have a love/hate relationship with.