How NOT to Have a Worm Farm {aka Finding the Motivation to Clean the Living Room NOW}

When I first dreamed up this post last week, it was with the intent of being a really cool resource for homeschool moms. Making your own worm farm. Pretty neat, right? I was going to show the cool pictures that we took:

and talk about how we tapped a metal shovel on a piece of wood to disturb the worms a la Mike Rowe:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkfyL22Ysmg

(sorry, it’s just the trailer. It was all I could find – pretty cool episode, though!)

Or even how I found these cool directions online for how to make the worm farm with kids. (though we used a soda bottles and poked holes along the top with a nail or something).

Well….let’s just say that this morning’s circumstances have this post going a totally different way. My story begins yesterday….

I had a killer migraine. The kind where there were giant bolts of lightning trying to jab their way out through my eyeballs. Repeatedly. And then there was the nausea….the shakiness… the aversion to light….to noise….and two little kids who could not keep their noise level down. I was in BIG trouble.

Fortunately, my awesome mother-in-law was able to come to my rescue. She took the kids outside to play, and I crawled under my covers (yes, it was a HOT day. But I was freezing), and slipped into a state of oblivion for a little while.

Whilst I was in said state of oblivion, my kids were having a fun time swimming in the pool, and (apparently) collecting worms. My son found an open container, and made it much like we had made his original worm farm last summer. He told me that he must have collected “a hundred worms!”. I was still half asleep at the time, so I think I gave a muffled “oh wow, awesome!” or something to that effect.

The day went on, the headache went away, but some of the other symptoms still kind of stuck around. I was taking it easy (though I have a million and one things on my to-do list).

Hubby came home, and I distinctly remember the boy showing him the worm farm (INSIDE the house). I also quite distinctly remember saying “that worm farm will not stay inside this house without a lid on it”. I KNOW I said that. (can you see where this is going?)

Fast-forward a little bit….we had to go to calling hours for a dear friend’s dad who just passed away. We had dinner out, then came home in time to put the kiddos to bed. I went straight to bed as well (still not feeling great), and hubby did whatever it is that he does when the rest of the house is sleeping.

Fast-forward again to this morning….
hubby, the boy and the little girl are downstairs, I’m upstairs trying to jump-start my brain…..and I hear “Gross! There are worms EVERYWHERE. Oh, this is disgusting!”

Yeah….not in any hurry to get downstairs to see this…..

Turns out that my warning about not leaving the open-container of worms in the house was not heeded. And the little suckers crawled out. All over the living room. (My hubby claims that there were HUNDREDS of them).

I stayed upstairs as long as I could, but eventually had to come and take over with the cleaning.  Oh, and these darn things were not only all over the place, but they were DEHYDRATED.  Some of them were stuck on the floor and literally needed to be scraped off.  Ewwwwww.

One of the things on my aforementioned to-do list is to clean the house. Especially the living room. It had toys, books, and general junk everywhere. Well, it may not come as a huge shock to you, but I was REALLY motivated to clean the living room this morning. And disinfect. And steam-mop it. This room sparkles.

Soooo, the moral of the story is, don’t make a worm farm (or allow your highly independent child to) unless you’re going to put a lid on it.

If you choose not to put a lid on it, then PLEASE put it outside.

Unless you need a little fire lit under you to thoroughly clean a particular room. Then, by all means do it this way. It works.