Worms....

Worms...

Worms live underground

Worms tickle me

I laughed so hard I thought I'd die

I did die

They buried me

Worms....

Just a little poem from a friend when we were kids.

Strange how you can remember these kind of things from 35 years ago

yet  I can't remember I put the chicken in the oven!

Anyway, all this as an intro to what I've been doing the last 6 months.

Vermicomposting.

The benefits of working for a radio station is all the cool and interesting people 

you get to meet! One of these people is Anne Leblanc that works

at Wastecheck. Wastecheck is Nova Scotia's program for composting.

It's a cool thing to be involved in.  Well I think so anyway...but

I'm also excited when I get a load of compost as a birthday gift.

So really, what do I know.

Anyway, coming back to Anne. 

Since she's French speaking she has done

alot of shows on our radio station  educating the public 

about composting and  recycling.

One day I asked her about vermicomposting.

She said they actually had some at their office

and would gladly share. 

Anne with a handful of worm poop!

So one day I go pick up a bin with half a pound of worms.

With instructions in my brain, I am now the parent

to many, many worms.  Tiny things called

red wigglers.

Before we started digging in the bin.

The radio station  is in a building owned by our 

municipality.  We are on the top floor with EMO and 

the main floor has other community organizations.

It's a really nice building having just been redone

a few years ago.  The best thing about it is that

it has a large communal kitchen.  Coffee makers,

microwave, stove, full size fridge...you get the point.

So I decided we would put the worms in there.

They're like our mascots.  

So we have a little container in the fridge that is 

for worm scraps.  Because 1/2 pound of worms

don't eat very much.  So we feed them once a

week.  They're also kinda fussy.

No dairy, meat, grease and NO CITRUS! They hate

citrus.  Yup fussy little things. But they

work hard to give us their lovely poop...uh I mean castings.

Half of the worms we ended up with.

So after 6 months I brought the bin home because it was

time to divvy up the worms and get our own new bin. 

Anne and I had a date to separate our worms.

I guess we were good worm parents because we ended up

with 4 pounds of worms!!

It took awhile to separate them from their castings but it was fun. 

So Anne brought back her bin and her part of the worms and I now have 

our own proper bin with worms for the office.

I was just going to bring them home and leave them 

there.  But I guess everyone in the building considers them

their pets!  So I guess that's going to be their home.

I mean how many workers can brag that they

have their own personal composting machine in their office building.

This is our new worm bin.  Ready to start all over again.

Oh and in case you're wondering, they don't smell or bring in 

any other insects if it's done properly.  The only

smell we had was when we opened the lid.  It would

smell like dirt.  And we never had fruit flies or anything like that.

So I hope that maybe one day you can start your own little worm farm.

My Lenten Roses still blooming like crazy in February.  
It's been a crazy winter.

Have a blessed Day!
Lisa