So, I gave the mother of my god-daughters a worm bin for Christmas. It’s nearly identical to the one which I described in my previous post. The only significant difference is that this one came with a half pound of red wiggler composting worms.
We packed up the bin (and other gifts) and embarked upon a long road trip from Seattle to Huntington Beach, California; five days away. The worms were ordered before we left, with explicit instruction that they should arrive the day AFTER Christmas. So what could go wrong?
Well, after two days on the road, we were eating dinner in the hotel restaurant when I got a text from the lady herself reading…,
“Did you guys send me a box of worms?”
I immediately thought, “Is there anyway for things to go more sideways than this? Now I have some explaining to do.” She said that fortunately she had a glass of wine in hand to soften the blow. What could I do but wish her a Merry Christmas and suggest that they go best with red wine?
Amazingly, the worms survived for another five days in their box, until we could set up the bin and give them a proper home. As Kris reminds me, it’s the unexpected that you remember in the long run.