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I have a vermicompost box -they are actually rescue worms and have been living in my polytunnel awaiting better weather.
I think I love them. I nip out for a chat every so often and am glad to see they are getting visibly fatter than when I acquired them.
Occasionally one escapes so I always check about for any that have legged it.
Last week I was checking around the worm box. I lifted it up and there was one of my worms with a New Zealand flatworm right beside it. Horrified, I tried to shake them apart but it was firmly attached and I actually had to scrape the thing off. By this stage I was whimpering out loud (Wormie! My Wormie ! Breathe! Breathe!)
This was like something out of the Alien movies and if I had had Sigourney Weaver there I would have been asking for her flame thrower.
My wormie was looking beyond peaky but it was still moving feebly. I tucked it into a little tub with some leafmould but sadly it didn't make it.
I'm still having flashbacks but the nightmares are easing off.
Here is a little epitaph for poor wormie
Oh Wormie
Saved from a terrible fate
You were destined to become fishing bait
Tucked into a cosy vermicompost bin
You would still be alive if you had stayed in
But you wandered and made an awful blunder
And got devoured by an alien from Down Under.
I may still be a little traumatised.....
I think I love them. I nip out for a chat every so often and am glad to see they are getting visibly fatter than when I acquired them.
Occasionally one escapes so I always check about for any that have legged it.
Last week I was checking around the worm box. I lifted it up and there was one of my worms with a New Zealand flatworm right beside it. Horrified, I tried to shake them apart but it was firmly attached and I actually had to scrape the thing off. By this stage I was whimpering out loud (Wormie! My Wormie ! Breathe! Breathe!)
This was like something out of the Alien movies and if I had had Sigourney Weaver there I would have been asking for her flame thrower.
My wormie was looking beyond peaky but it was still moving feebly. I tucked it into a little tub with some leafmould but sadly it didn't make it.
I'm still having flashbacks but the nightmares are easing off.
Here is a little epitaph for poor wormie
Oh Wormie
Saved from a terrible fate
You were destined to become fishing bait
Tucked into a cosy vermicompost bin
You would still be alive if you had stayed in
But you wandered and made an awful blunder
And got devoured by an alien from Down Under.
I may still be a little traumatised.....
).
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