Before you read this post, you need to know that I am a city girl through and through. I grew up near down town Atlanta. I played in city parks and rode my bike on paved streets. Try as I might to embrace my country girl alter ego, the city girl in me still squeals at bugs and creepy crawlies. I still rely on my husband to rid our home of those undesirable critters. A bug free home is a happy home in my mind.
With that said, Big Brother recently went to a wiggly worm class at our local children museum. He learned all about earthworms and how to care for them and how they benefit gardens.
The kids made personal earthworm farms. They wrote basic instructions on the lids… “keep me cool and moist” and “no meat or citrus.” They each got to pick a handful (maybe 25) of earthworms to put into their farms. They got an instruction sheet to take home and just like that…. we have earthworms. Big Brother likes to talk to them and let them crawl on his arms. *shiver*
I have gotten over my dislike of the creepy crawlies to an extent because we have started a vegetable garden. I have been digging out that oh so rich worm poop that is fantastic fertilizer for our garden. I have become more attached to this little earthworm farm than Big Brother who, of course, has moved onto bigger and better things.
A friend of mine just recently started her own wormy compost bin. You can read about it on her blog… she gives a little more of the step by step if you want to start your own farm.