11am. 85 degrees.

So I found a note in the mailbox this morning from our mail carrier (who comes in a pink mail jeep - no kidding).  The note read:  “Package reads ‘keep cool’.  Called & no answer.” 

The worms arrived a day early!

So I went down to our post office to collect our delivery.  It took a while for the guy to find our 25 lb. box which said “Live Animals”, “Perishable, Keep Cool” and “Live Bait.”  I wonder what they’re thinking about us in our new 1,600 populace town...

Inside the box were 5 bags o’ worms and dirt, and a crazy paper full of instructions.

I watered and watered and watered the beds.  Where I hadn’t planted anything, they were bone dry (it’s been a month since we built the beds).  Then I waited until late evening, when it was cooler...

The instructions say to scatter the worms “just like feeding cracked corn to the chickens and ducks.”  Hmmm... lost me on that one.  So I laid them out and pushed them around a bit.  Yep, they were slimy.  But actually not as slimy as I remembered them as a kid.

I can’t believe I’m repeating this in public, but when I was a kid we sang a song about eating worms:

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,

Guess I’ll eat some worms:

Long skinny slimy ones,

Short fat juicy ones,

Itsy bitsy teeny weeny worms!

In retrospect, why do we teach kids songs like that?  A bit depressing!  Anyway, hope they survive the heat.  What a wacky worm-filled day.