The Day of the Worm, part 2

Do you ever feel like some things were just meant to be? Like that chance meeting that turns into a lifetime friendship or the lousy day at work that forces you to follow your true path in life?

Well, I think that maybe, just maybe, I was meant to be a worm farmer. Granted, I haven't even gotten my first worm yet but the stars are aligning and the the mood feels right for something great to happen. A week or so ago, I posted about worm composting and how I had wanted to start a composting program for myself but just didn't have enough "stuff" to create one on my own. Enter, the first of the cosmic coincidences: I saw an episode of one of my new favorite shows "Wa$ted" on TLC and they were teaching about worm composting for apartment dwellers. Very interesting, so I started doing a little research...

After deciding to wait until after Memorial Day (a girl has gotta get in some lake time) for my creation of the homemade bins and the purchase of my Red Wigglers, I had put the venture in the back of my brain for "composting" a littler later.

Enter the second of the cosmic coincidences: While driving along a remote area of Payne county on Saturday, I kept seeing the same garage sale sign at every mile marker. Thinking to myself "Whoever made those signs must be an avid g-saler because they are very clear to read while speeding by and they probably share another of my number of pet-peeves of a poorly created signage. Anyway, after about 6 miles of signs (gotta advertise if you live out in the sticks) I decided that I had to meet the person responsible. I followed the next turn off and found the sale. Walking up the long, long drive what did I see but a WORM COMPOSTER! Now that's what you call a COINCIDENCE! Who has worm composters just sitting around waiting to be sold in a garage sale? Well, this guy did! Yep, it was a Guy-garage sale. Very different from the better known Gal-garage sale. Much more bargaining involved and usually guys don't know what the value name brand women's items really are.

I grabbed up that composter after only a cursory once-over and asked the money belt wearing dude how much he wanted for it ---FIVE DOLLARS! Practically new and included the original instruction manual! I threw some money at him and packed it up into my little car after a few minutes of "worm talk". I asked him why he was selling and he said that it had gotten a May Fly infestation and his wife said it had to go. Good info to know so that does not happen to me.

Enter the third cosmic coincidence: "Forecast Earth" on the Weather channel (yeah, I'm a geek that watches the Weather Channel for the programs) had an episode on this guy that quit Harvard at 22 to begin his own worm poop plant. He and some buddies where raising worms for poop to fertilize their illegal plants (yep, marijuana) and it worked out so well, they decided to market it to their other friends. Three years later, this guy is a millionaire from selling worm poop! Okay, I have no illusions of great worm poop wealth, but I do see this as another sign that I might, just might, be moving in a cool, new direction. If I'm wrong all I have to lose is $5 bucks and a May Fly infestation...

Stay tuned for more worm farming updates!