Wild Worms

I didn't have it in me this morning to ride the kids to school on the bike (see here if you don't know what I'm talking about), so we took the bus. While we were waiting at the stop, we noticed that there was a watering overflow from the border plants that lined the sidewalk. Since we started worm composting, all of our tolerances have gone up as far as bugs and slime and the like, so when we saw several worms being washed into the street my son decided it was time to act. Worms can't live on concrete, after all, and faced certain death if left alone. He quickly began gently picking them up and walking over to drop them back into the dirt where they belonged. They looked like red wigglers, but they were super tiny, so it was quite a delicate operation to get them back to the dirt without smooshing them. In all, we saved probably 10 worms, as many as we could before the bus came. 

I am both delighted and sort of horrified that worm composting has started to get me past my fear of all things slimy, bugs, and other creepy horror-movie type animals. But I never really expected to be plucking worms from certain death to make sure they would all have the opportunity to live their little wiggly lives to the fullest. Worm composting changes you in a weird sort of way. I have dirt under my fingernails and dig through piles of squirming masses almost every day; the result is that this city girl is just a little more connected to the natural world at large. 

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