In the land of the hermaphroditic, the man with only one set of reproductive organs is king.
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After much anticipation, my pound of red wiggler worms arrived via US Post yesterday, making an epic journey all the way from Uncle Jim's Worm Farm in Spring Grove, PA.

Having ~1,000 live worms delivered to my doorstep felt god-like. It was as if I summoned my minions from a far-off land to come do my biding. I was all like, "Come, worms. Come and eat my organic food waste and old newspapers and turn it into nutrient rich worm castings for my backyard garden." (Followed by a baritone laugh.) And then the worms were all like, "Oh nice, food and a bit of water. This is just what we needed after our long journey being cooped up in that nasty satchel for four days."

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The worm bin has been ready for just about a week now. I wanted to get the decomposing process started early, so I filled it last week with alternating layers of paper and food waste.

It was starting to get a slight odor, nothing terrible, you really had to get your nose in there to smell it, but the worms got here just in time none-the-less. I'm hoping as they start chomping down, the odor will go away in a couple of days.

I am interested to see how fast these little bastards eat the food that's in there and how often I will have to add more. I've read that it can't be too dry or too, otherwise the worms will try to escape and ultimately die.

Like I said in my last post, I really hope this doesn't turn into worm genocide.

See Related: Trash Goes In, Magical Deliciousness Comes Out

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Welcome home, my composting friends. Just a heads up, I might use some of you for fishing this summer.
 


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