Pam's worms were delivered they came in a box in which were two bags. Pam said she thinks she has 2000 worms not 1000 worms which is what we ordered.
Only one person volunteered to count worms (see the previous post). But it didn't count because it was a woman who volunteered her husband. So he was able to easily "worm out of it".
Pam put the worms into the soil that she had been preparing for weeks. Then she went around the house and repurposed lights to put over the bed so that the worms think it is daylight over their box / bed even though it is night. Otherwise the little wiggly inmates have secret meetings and plot escapes which they execute but their escape execution appears to the naked eye to be pretty random. They wiggle up the side of the box and out the top or out little air holes and then out into the world. "The world" isn't to hospitable to the little worms most times and they end up being recaptured or meet their demise on the cement floor.
Little do they appreciate that the home they have is full of love and caring and the best table scrapes that money can buy. But freedom is in their blood, and they will escape if you are not a smart, worm warden like Pam.
I was puzzled and asked her why she gave away her other worm farm. She had a nice one built and she gave it to some young girls at church who garden and have chickens and like the same things Pam likes. Pam went through a long explanation and when she was done I summed it up for her. I said, "You changed your mind."
To which she said, "Yeah, I changed my mind."
It isn't easy to leave a home with two gardens and move into "senior housing" and figure out what you can do, can't do, and regain your psychological and physiological "footing". So changing you mind is a-okay.
I hope that all those thousands of worms don't have a prison meeting and plot a mass escape from their bed which is in the garage. What a mess that would be!
If you come to visit you should ask to see Pam's worm farm.
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