You stand over your little angels at night, singing sweet lullabies to these gifts from God. You provide for them. You nourish them with food processed especially for them. You change their bed when it’s wet without a second thought. The idea of them leaving you some day is just too much to bear. You just can’t let them be, they’re so damned precious.
You really love your worms, don’t you?
It started as a weird little hobby, but now it’s starting to get a little creepy. You now judge food not on its taste, but how quickly it will break down in the bin. You sift through trash to find the coffee grounds and broccoli stalks your spouse or roomie threw away. You can’t look at a Rubbermaid bin without wanting to drill holes in its sides. But here’s the real problem:
You probably can’t keep your hands off them. See More!