The Way We Worm

I spent my morning rummaging through poop.  Yes, that's right.

I stood in my rubber boots in a large manure pile, picking out wriggling, writhing worms one by one and dropping them in a bucket.  My husband is a trooper, and stood in his rubbers by my side scooping up pitchfork-fulls of manure and flipping them to reveal masses of slimy red worms.

Why, you ask?

Vermicomposting, of course!  

You see, my husband has never had a pet, and we decided that we'd start small.  We'll keep our little worm friends in a plastic tub in the kitchen and feed them everyday.  Because that is basically what a worm lives to do: eat our food scraps and turn them into lovely black fertilizer.

We've never done this before, so I'll keep you updated on our successes and failures.  (I'm wildly optimistic, while my husband maintains a healthy skepticism).

Now, I'd better go.  I'm not finished naming them.