Other Person Who Lives Here, has a worm farm.
No, he isn't really the gardener, worm wee liker person.
He is a person of ideas of catching a fish, type of person.
Rare occurrence, but a trier of the fishing catching skills.
I seem to have become the carer, feeder, looker afterer.
In other words, I'm getting a little attached to the worms.
So now the dilemma of what happens when there is one of those
sort of trips planned.
Do I stand there, arms folded in front of the worm farm.
Protecting the little wrigglers, or do I relent.
Let them go to their certain death, so someone can relax and have
some much needed time out.
Another gardening dilemma.
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