When I removed the lavender pot from the larger pot of dirt in which it had sat all winter, I decided to use the potting soil that had insulated it as starter material for the (yes, I have one now…) compost pile.
But to do that required dragging the thing across the yard to the back corner, where the landlord suggested we put the pile of, you know, nature’s trash.
I moved it, only to discover one of the biggest, hugest worms I’ve ever seen, along with some huge trenches it had clearly used to move itself around. I watched it squirm around for about 30 seconds (“The light! It burns!”), then did what any self-respecting gardener would do. I went to get the shovel.
“Are you really digging up an earthworm?” Steve said.
I dropped the worm on the pile of dumped-out, used-up potting soil, and watched it burrow in like it had never been happier.
Just wait, Mr. Worm, I thought. There are all kinds of treats waiting for you in the compost bucket.