Sealed inside their little bin, there’s no way of knowing whether the worms are thriving or shriveling without popping it open and having a look. To alleviate the anxiety I had to take a little peek. All the worms have climbed up the sides and are hanging onto the lid or trying to escape. Is it too wet? Too hot? Or too acid? Don’t they like the pink fur apple potatoes I gave them? Are they offended I gave them an out of date copy of the Guardian?
Fortunately, it’s apparently just as stressful being a worm in a new environment and other wormers have had this problem with far worse consequences (“They should have stayed in the wormery for crying out loud! It was built for them. It’s a worm nirvana. A wormana.”) At least none of mine have got out. Yet.
That “Worm FAQ” was a lot more interesting that I thought it could possibly be. I actually read the whole thing.
Perhaps you should radio collar your worms in case they escape?
That “Worm FAQ” was a lot more interesting that I thought it could possibly be. I actually read the whole thing.
Perhaps you should radio collar your worms in case they escape?
I’ve talked about the pressure and the responsibility, but that FAQ really gives you a flavour of the excitement of being a new worm owner. Get yourself some worms! There’s nothing like ’em.
Thanks for the radio collar suggestion. I’m sure some kind of RFID tag could be put into service, but for the moment I’ve moved the wormery away from the walls to create a sort of “no worm’s land” where they will be caught in the spotlights if they try to make a dash for it. I think they know I’m watching them now.
I’ve talked about the pressure and the responsibility, but that FAQ really gives you a flavour of the excitement of being a new worm owner. Get yourself some worms! There’s nothing like ’em.
Thanks for the radio collar suggestion. I’m sure some kind of RFID tag could be put into service, but for the moment I’ve moved the wormery away from the walls to create a sort of “no worm’s land” where they will be caught in the spotlights if they try to make a dash for it. I think they know I’m watching them now.
I’ve talked about the pressure and the responsibility, but that FAQ really gives you a flavour of the excitement of being a new worm owner. Get yourself some worms! There’s nothing like ’em.
Thanks for the radio collar suggestion. I’m sure some kind of RFID tag could be put into service, but for the moment I’ve moved the wormery away from the walls to create a sort of “no worm’s land” where they will be caught in the spotlights if they try to make a dash for it. I think they know I’m watching them now.