It's clearly styled that way on purpose! How on earth would anyone get it to just grow that way on its own? Unfortunately any further comments on neat hair will have to wait because dinner is on its way to freedom and Vash is simply NOT enough to actually stop it. Maybe if he had a gun, though after ... recent events he's not entirely sure he can pull the trigger on another living thing.

Besides which, he doesn't actually have it with him. So he has to make do with grabbing the flailing tail of the worm and attempting to drag it to a stop, which given it's in its natural element and he only has one arm AND it probably outweighs him by a good amount, doesn't actually do anything to deter it, unlike the box from earlier. It disappears into the sand in a cloud of dust and debris, leaving its attackers thoroughly wormless and the smaller of the plants on the ground glowering at the divot that is a rapidly backfilling tunnel.

He's not stupid enough to dig after a worm. "...So much for meat this week." He tips over slowly onto his side, causing another puff of white powder and sand, expression and tone thoroughly forlorn. Sure he has that nice bit of jerky, which he's definitely saving up for emergencies, but there could have been roast! "If I have to look at another bowl of rice I swear I'm going to scream."