Yeah, come on, Gaeta, you've spent seven years explicitly not living in nature! You were just thinking how glad you are that Crichton gets you to try new things! Enjoy it!

(Ugh.)

Well, it's still better than hovering around the barbecue waiting for a giant frakking robot to show up. Bracing on his cane, Gaeta rolls up his pantslegs a little -- giving Crichton a good view of his wooden right leg -- and gingerly lowers himself to the ground to start digging. Whenever he finds a worm, he tweezes it out between thumb and forefinger and deposits it in the bucket just as gingerly.