Worms. Why did it have to be worms?

I moved my compost bin today. This is where I admit I'm a lazy composter. I've had the bin for years, and about all I've done with it has been dump kitchen and yard waste in the top and (occasionally) scrape loose stuff out of the bottom. Oh, and fairly recently I realized I needed to add water once in a while.

When I was ready to move it today, I started scooping the contents out at the top (of course). I immediately uncovered the equivalent of a "can of worms." The middle of the bin was literally "crawling with worms." Ew.

As a gardener, I love worms. They're a sign things can grow in my hostile soil.

As a girl, I'm creeped out by them. I wouldn't have been surprised by several of them, but I was astonished by how many there were. And they weren't hibernating, either. They were wiggling all over the place, mostly burying themselves deeper.

Our son helped me dump everything into a wheel barrow but let me get it from the wheel barrow into the bin at its new spot. I steeled myself and shoveled, trying not to cut anyone in two. I stopped a few times to take pictures for my blog readers. Wasn't it thoughtful of me to place it lower in the text so it didn't hit you in the face right away?



I also experimented with video. I decided to use this "footage" as is because (1) I wanted it to look as if I fainted at the end and dropped the camera and (2) I don't have the faintest idea how to edit digital video.



Hope you don't feel as if worms are crawling on you now—I do!