Today’s morning name surfaced from the depths of the ocean: benthic, especially in the phrase benthic worm. No, I don’t know why. (Insert here a note about the salty fellow Benthic Worm, a denizen of the abyssal plain, who bristles at the epithet dirty.) The story in a muddy capsule, from NOAD: noun benthos: Ecology the flora … Continue reading Morning at the bottom of the sea