I have set up half of the worm bins at the new place. I had to empty them before we left, but it actually turned into a good thing, since one of the bins was infested with ants. And ants gross me out.
The two large bins were emptied, the worm and compost were used in the spring when I planted and then the bins just left empty. I couldn't figure out a way to make it work to fill it up again with bedding and food - because it takes awhile for our little buddies to break things down. I was worried it would be a giant hassle to move it.
I have nothing but respect for the wonderful men and women who helped me move...
But I kept worms in my portable plastic container and the worm tower (even though I am having trouble regulating that tower - it seems to get mites a lot and I'm not sure why. All I know is that i'm doing something wrong. And that I need to figure out what.)
I think I've hit on a system of doing the bins. I'm going to try using the tower and the portable plastic bin as incubators to grow worms (lot's of bedding, easily eaten food in small pieces, regulated temp, etc) so that I may move the worms in intervals into the larger bins. It will probably require setting up said bins in the garage with a light on them once it gets cold, but that's okay!
Because if I can get a good system going before the onset of winter, I can get some serious worm activity up and running in the big bins. More worms equal more compost. More compost means more happy dances from Lindsey. Which would then probably mean the neighbors will call the police. But whatever. I can take the heat.
So good. So, so good. This compost makes me want to swoon.
I need to go check out the worm farm near my work. I hope it's not some meth shack in the trees with toothless uncle Robby setting in his swing out back, fingering his belly button. That would not make me a happy worm camper.
Don't worry. I'll blog about it. I know you'll be on pins and needles.