Ahem. My name is Julie and I'm a bad vermiculturalist. It's been three years since I set up my worm bin and I've never harvested any worm castings.
Until yesterday! Yipee! Go me!
Worms are cool! Think about it: Kitchen scraps, shredded paper, dryer lint and old cotton towels go in their little mouths and bits of nature's most perfect fertilizer comes out their little butts! (do worms have butts?)
Unfinished tier.
Finished tier.
And check this out! I just learned yesterday that these little seed-looking things are actually worm capsules! Each of these capsules contain between four and twenty blackbirds baby worms! Again, how friggin cool is that!
This could have been a scene from Close Encounters had Richard Dreyfuss been a vermaculteralist instead of an electrical lineman.
So now I repent for the errors of my ways. I fully commit to doing more for these marvelous little creatures. I will use their poopy goodness to amend my soil and create foliar sprays for my plants. Thanks to them, my garbage will create beautiful fertilizer which in turn will create nutritious and delicious food for my family.
With all that having been said, I offer to you my Serenity Prayer:
Grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know
that when those plastic bag using, synthetic fertilizer spraying, non-recycling, Monsanto supporting people piss me off, I can go out and play with my wormies
the difference.
