Our garden seems to be doing pretty good but I read somewhere that worms were a good addition. And so we got some.

I got the first batch of worms last year the hard way. Digging. Sally and I went over to an abandoned homestead and dug in the area that was their garden. We assumed correctly that there were worms there and we ferreted about until we had a handful. And I mean a real handful of all-worm, not half and half with dirt. It is much harder than it sounds to find a good hand-full-of-worms but we thought we had enough. We went home and put them in the compost.

About a week later I dug around the compost looking for the worms. They were gone! The little blighters had made a break for it and were on the lam, so to speak. It was discouraging. But I adjusted emotionally and we carried on.

But this year, I had this desire for worms again but just didn’t feel like digging for them. Enter: Garry (sic) the Worm guy (www.redwormsbac.com). Garry (sic) sent me two pounds of red wrigglers by courier to a friend in CR. I picked up the worms with the Chinese guests and they rode on their lap all the way home (the worms rode, the Chinese provided the laps).

And today, while Sal and the kids went to the local school for a show-and-tell (each other to each other), I built a worm house. Wet shredded paper on the bottom, layer-on the worms and dry shredded paper on top with a bit of compost material.

“I don’t think you did it right”, said Sal when she came home.

“What’s wrong?”

“I dunno. It just doesn’t look right.”

I don’t know how to respond to that. How can worms-in-a-box look right or wrong? Was Sal a worm in a previous life? Who does she know that I don’t connected to the worm crowd?

“Waddya talkin’ about?”

“All I am saying is that, if they all die, it is your fault!”

So now I am worried sic. And all I wanted was to have a box of happy worms.