vermicomposting blues*
We have a worm bin in our classroom, and I've been dealing with it well from the start. I am the one who happily picked up a warm, writhing, tennis ball-sized mound of perionyx excavatus in both hands the day we received our bins. I am the one the other teachers call when they come in at 7:30 and their worms are cavorting on the floor. I am the one who lovingly took her worms home on the weekends (before the fruit fly invasion of February, that is).
But this morning I took the lid off and almost puked into the bin. The weekend food (fruit, rice, a half-eaten charsiu manapua) is taking its time to decompose, and the no-no food (meat) mixed with stagnant moisture and weekend heat - grossiosity. Smells like a mixture of vomit and wet newspaper. Worms up, worms down, worms in the middle, worms in the sink.
I'm over global worming.
In other news, testing is over, I have to re-do my DARE culmination essays, and tomorrow is Purple Day. Twirl finger. When's summer?
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*get it?
3 comments:
because the commercially produced earthworms are also known as the "blues?"
*sigh* you are weird, but that's what you get.
i want to know the story behind this whole expert comparison of vomit and wet newspaper smelling mixture. i mean, was the newspaper wet prior to the vomit? or was the vomit the cause of the "wet" in wet newspaper?
there is no newspaper in the bin.
*sinister horror movie music*
well i figured that. i'm just curious as to how you are able to compare the smells.
as if you went around smelling odd things and then compared them to other things that you've smelt.
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