Today, Mom and I were feeding the worms and collecting the compost from our vermiculture bin. I just wanted to play with (or torture) the worms. I just has to have my hands in the muck every time we tend to the worms.
Just before attempting to mush them together.
Extremely rich compost...or worm poop.
Worm egg. This means we have reproduction happening and our worms are surviving.
Finally, my hair is long enough for Mom to put pig tails in!