Worm Energy

A friend and fellow Granola Mom called me up the other night; turns out she is interested in worm composting. She wanted to ask me a few questions, and apparently she heard that I would not only share my knowledge, but also my abundance of worms. sigh - sorry to disappoint you, but, well, their all dead now.

I find it funny that I just posted something about killing my worms, and lo and behold, I get a phone call about worms. The universe is a funny place; you put out a thought and you get a response.

Anyway, it was fun to talk worms again, and this is a person that is known for her intense research into the minute details of whatever it is that she delves into. She does not do anything partially, or half informed even. I was rather flattered that she came to me for information. I usually go to her for information!

But now I am thinking about my old friends the red-wigglers. I miss them, in a weird way. I loved having a full-circle method of disposing of my kitchen waste. I loved sharing my worms with anyone who would sit for 5 minutes and listen to me blather on about how easy it is to keep them.

Unless you forget about them for 6 months. oops