The worms are having babies. A lot of them. I saw them clustered in groups on the ridge at the top of the bin. I'm so relieved.
For the last six weeks it seemed as if the primary life in the bin were silver winged bugs whose main purpose was to fly in my face. They're still there but tonight I was happy to see a black spider has also moved in.
The last time I fed the worms it was lettuce gone to seed and pulled from the backyard pots. In a display of tenacity however, the plants refuse to decompose. Two of the plants have lifted their heads, roots completely bare, to push on the dark roof. They startled me more than the flying bugs.
I've decreased feeding in a novice attempt of controlling the bugs and have taken up making contraband drops at the community garden compost piles. I doubt anyone who cultivates chard or sugar peas is going to ask me to take my compost and leave. But I've yet to find a gardener to ask if my contribution is truly appreciated.
For now, I consider the deposits random acts of greeness.
20 hours ago