Yes, that teeming mass of worms is the product of my backyard compost bin after one year. Last spring I set up a black garbage can, punched a few holes in it, and started adding all the veggie waste from the kitchen to it. Now I know you're supposed to turn it every other week and you're supposed to add a balanced mix of greens and browns to it, and you're occasionally supposed to add soil, but I don't always play by the rules when gardening. I figured I was making enough effort just to hike to the end of the garden to dump my overflowing kitchen compost bucket into the thing and that was good enough.
And apparently the worms go by the same philosophy because I have never seen so many worms in one place! Except on a particularly creepy "Fear Factor" episode...
So now my job is to spread this stuff in my garden bed. Which is a problem. Because at this point the mere thought of moving those worms makes my stomach churn and my face cringe in disgust. I've been contemplating it for days now and I can't bring myself to do it. I even tried to "assign" the task to Cannon, but he politely declined.
Maybe I'll just stop calling it compost and instead put a sign out in the front yard advertising worms for fishing...
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| My newly expanded (3 times as big as last year!) garden |
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