How to Protect Confidential Information with Worms
I drove home in my MIL’s car today with a goofy grin on my face. In the back of her car, much to her dismay, I transported the newest members of our family home.
I go for worms.
I suppose my fondness for worms developed when we lived in India. I hosted many a worm during our brief stint in that fertile land. However, this time around I wanted to establish healthy boundaries between the worms and my intestines.
(Name that movie)
I figured a nice sturdy Rubbermaid-like barrier would suffice. (Actually Keith, owner of Castaway Compost, set me up – and his family is so super nice.)
I’m just so stinkin’ excited.
Speaking of stinkin’ . . . when you open up the lid of this here worm home . . . it smells like the deep woods after a cleansing rain.
In my hands is compost. Worm compost.
But I have three boys. I homeschool. Worms . . . just seemed like a natural endeavor.
Not to mention, if I happened to be paranoid that someone might rifle through our recycling and paste together all of our shredded confidential papers, now I don’t need to worry.
Who in their right mind would try to piece together worm poo?
I dumped my worm compost into the garden.
It was a little disheartening.
See that tiny brownish pile? It only filled up 1 square out of 16 squares. I have 12 beds of 16 squares.
Looking on the bright side of things, though, I learned from the Castaway Compost site that “a pound of red worms to produce 65 lbs of worm compost every 100 days.”
So what you’re saying is . . . I have a chance. (Name that movie.)
The sheer simplicity of our new pet will spur our family on towards more sustainable living . . . lessen our carbon footprint and increase the amount of happy bacteria in our home.
Tonight I touched a worm for the first time in my life.
It wasn’t so bad. I see him in a whole new light. He’s a helper. And VeggieTales teaches me that “helpers are heros, too.”
Though our pets live in a dark place, this won’t be the last you see of them. Presently they are residing under my computer.
Ugh . . . next to the wheat berries.
Gotta love me, Engineer! Stay tuned for more Adventures in Worm Composting!
Do you have a weird pet? Or a pet that is practical?