Beer-fueled, goofy interrogations about sexual matters have, sad to say, always been sent up to my desk. Worms indeed-- not my favorite life form. And yet, perhaps even lowly annelids (that's worms to you) may have something to tell us. Let's see, the spiral-shaped part of a corkscrew is known as a "worm." But on to true worms. Of course, the fishin' worm, the good ol' earthworm (Lumbricus terrestris) is hermaphroditic, what they used to call a "morphodite" in the Old South, and can self-fertilize or mate with another of its own species. Talk about "polyamory..." Now, when Leeches mate, the leech who, how to put it, plays the male role-- they too are Hermaphrodites-- grasps the limber body of the female (so far, so good, eh?) and then... ick! deposits a sac of sperm on her skin. This bindle produces a strong, flesh-deteriorating enzyme (like H.R. Giger's Alien) which actually eats a hole through the female's skin and fertilizes the eggs within her. Eeewwww! But best, or worst of all is the courting behavior of sea worms. The males are swimming happily along with the females when all of a sudden the females attack the males and bite off the males' testes and sperm. They bite off the tails, the tails of the males. When these are swallowed and acted upon by the females' digestive juices, they fertilize her eggs.