To recap the history here, I researched worm bins, saw a vermicomposting demo, and was psyched!  So I bought a compost bin and some worms from The Worm Girl and was on my way.  Or so I thought.

First, the big bin took up a lot of space and the spot I gave it was (apparently) too cold for these fussy critters over the winter.  Moving the bin into my living room worked, but Lord, who wants a worm bin in their living room?  And worse, when it came to harvesting the castings I had to manually separate the worms from the decaying food from the worm poop – not my idea of a fun time.

So I switched to a small multi-layer homemade bin and tucked it
 under my kitchen sink.  Surely the worms, food and poop would sort themselves out without my micro-managing the process, I thought, but that didn’t pan out.  And the bin was either too wet or too dry, had not enough food or too much, and I worried about failing at my worm-keeping duties.  After all, these red wigglers are out of their element here and would freeze to death next winter if I just released them to my back yard.  So honestly, I felt burdened by their care, inadequate to the job, and frankly, turned off by the whole operation.  

Lucky for me and the worms, my friend PamJ loves worms, and even has a blog – My Lovely Worms – devoted to their worship care.  Aspiring worm composters find her and she mentors them to worm-composting bliss (one assumes).  She agreed to take my worms and do something with them –  I don’t really care but I’m sure she’ll fuss over them, truly appreciate their special qualities, and eventually find them a good home.  A far better home than my own.