I've been so busy and distracted by work that the worms have been neglected. I used to toss their bedding every day. Now, it's when I remember. There are fewer worms. There used to be this super long one the length of 2 handspans. It's gone. I can't find it. I plunged both my hands into the gooey soft worm shit and searched and searched in the squelchy mass. Nothing!
I grieved for the passing of my favourite wormie.
Then, in trying to clumsily transfer the worms from their old bedding of worm shit, to their new bedding of damp newspaper, I cut one slightly. It started bleeding something yellow and thrashed about irrationally. I say it was irrational because this wormie squirmed towards the sunlight. Wormies hate sunlight. Oh... it's been a veritable worm disaster today, even though I managed to harvest a considerable amount of worm shit that have been now duly distributed amongst my pots of edible plants - the lady fingers, the brinjals, the kedongdong, the various basils, the dandelions...
I look forward to more yummy produce from the garden.