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well, it was a just like bastille day this afternoon at Meowderly. but let me explain.

I was sitting with the loml, eating lunch, when he asked me if I was going to work on my worm box. I've had my worm box for several years now; vermicomposting has been pretty rewarding. At a minimum, I've gotten several blog entries out of it not to mention a lot of great compost. but lately, its been a bit of a pain to mindfully save the food scraps and other organic waste and remember to put it in the worm bin. Plus the temperature has been dropping and its time to move the box back indoors so the worms don't freeze.

Actually, complaining about all that is kind of pathetic. Really, worms are probably the most low maintenance "pets" you will ever have. All they need is to be fed every few weeks, and to get their filler changed out every few months. I won't lie and say changing filler is the greatest thing in the world (especially if you have to hand separate out the worms from the compost) but with my current Gusanito 5 tier worm composter, that kind of thing is really very easy.

Really, I guess I'm too tired to really care about composting right now. So I made a decision and told the loml, "I'm done with the worm bin. I'm going to set them free in my garden plot." and he was pretty ok with it, especially since he's never really been a fan of keeping a box of worms and decomposing food in the house.

I also told my sister. And she said "Its winter. They'll freeze!" (note* we are from Louisiana. 40 degrees is winter to us). And I said, "How do you think worms survive in the *wild*? They'll be fine." Which is funny to think about because these worms have never been outside. I don't know what the lifespan of your average red wiggler is, but I started my box years ago with a batch of worms I ordered from the internet. These worms spent the rest of their lives in my compost box, eating my trash (technically this is incorrect, worms don't actually eat leftover food. They consume the bacteria that perform the decomposition process but anyway...), making baby worms and then dying, only to be consumed by their progeny in the magical circle of life.

Yes, I was God to these worms and they didn't even know it. And now, I had decided to set them free in my garden. Weird, eh?

So I did it, I deposited these great-great-great grandchildren of my original worms right into my garden box. By now I'm sure they've managed to burrow into the dirt where they'll continue on with their small wormy lives and hopefully enrich my soil for next years garden crop.

The End.


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