Thursday, January 15, 2009
No Idea What in the Worm I'm Doing
I think I mentioned on here that Mr. Wonderful made me a worm composter for Christmas. Now, let's get something straight: I don't like worms. I've never liked worms. They're creepy and icky. But when I began researching composting options, worms seemed like my best bet. They can be contained in a receptacle, which is great given that I live in an apartment, and they create compost a lot faster than dry, bacteria-based composting.
Mr. W researched designs online before constructing this, but as you can see, it's just a plastic garden pot. (With a charcoal filter in the lid, of course, because he's attentive to details like that...)
Two of the inner tiers are drilled to enable worm travel between layers. In theory, the worms will eat through the food and shredded newspaper in the middle tier, then crawl up to the top tier for more vittles. This is when I will rotate them and move the little red wigglers back down to the middle so I can fill the top with kitchen scraps, and repeat. The bottom tier is solid, and meant to catch the worm poop, or castings.
Here are the pass-between holes in the middle and top layer. Hopefully nobody will accidentally fall through there...
Tonight when I got home from dinner and drinks with some coworkers, my worms were waiting on the front porch. I felt like a mother in labor. Although I'd studied up and prepared myself for their arrival, when it finally happened, I felt rather panicked about the process. And completely afraid to open the bag.
That's my bag of worms. From Uncle Jim's Worm Farm.
Protecting my hands from worm cooties with gardening gloves, I opened the bag and began dumping my wigglers onto the middle level of damp newspaper. I have no idea if I put them in there right. I then layered some of my saved kitchen scraps in between the dirt and newspaper. I won't lie...the process was a little bit gross. The veggies were a little putrid and the worms were creeping me out.
However, I was able to tuck them in and bid them goodnight soon after that. I put my second layer on top of the worm layer, then covered that with some damp newspaper. Although I had planned to try keeping the composter in the house, I was too worried that all 500 worms would crawl out in the middle of the night and be scattered on the carpet. So it's on my front porch. I hope I don't kill anyone. And I hope I feed them good stuff and that in turn, they give me lots of poop to fertilize the plants with. I'll let you know how it goes...