All of my worms died. Every last one of them. :(


Not sure what went wrong. Maybe I didn't put enough air holes. Maybe the box was too small. Maybe the worms were impostors and not really red wigglers at all. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

I guess it's good timing. I'm looking for a new home and at the moment I'm not sure that I'll be able to bring my garden with me, let alone a bin full of worms and rotting veggies. I'm sure that would be fun to explain to my new landlord. "Well, see, when I said I didn't have any pets I meant I didn't have any normal pets..."

I know that no matter where I end up I will grow something, anything, wherever I possibly can. And if I find I have the room, I'll probably try the composting thing again. Somehow I'll make this work, and if I have to be creative about it then fine.

I am sad though. All those innocent worms. And not knowing the fate of my baby tomatoes, my confused Amarlyllis, my resilient Kalanchoes, my dizzy looking pepper plant, my mystery seedling....


But life is change. Or, to put it differently: Shit happens, but it does make great fertilizer. It's all in how you handle it.