May 2, 2007
My worms are dead.
There was a pervading stench from my worm bin so I lifted the lid to have a look. Everything seemed good – there was rotting food, moistened newspaper and not a lot of condensation on the bottom of the lid. I sat for a moment to listen for the quiet, mucking noises and didn’t hear anything. Pulling on a pair of latex gloves, I started to poke around underneath the bedding. I saw a small clump of wet worm poop though I couldn’t find any worms. They were all dead except for one sluggish, lonely worm who looked like his number was up.
I have decided to admit defeat. Their coffin has been moved into the garage.
Long live the worms!