As funny as I find this - that a candidate for president whose primary characteristic is his conspiratorial paranoia had a literal worm eating his brain - I am now irrationally anxious that I could have a brain worm myself and not know about it for years.

I wish we could just collectively agree to not ever talk about the possibility of anyone having a worm inside their brain. Just don’t tell me about it. Don’t tell me. Don’t tell me that if I had one, I probably wouldn’t feel it. Don’t tell me that I probably wouldn’t notice until it ate enough to start impacting my memory or give me seizures.

Let’s just pretend this nightmare isn’t real and move on as if we never heard about it.