tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21900544.post6971074767395698436..comments2024-02-04T20:25:58.971-08:00Comments on How's Robb?: My Aristotelian GardenLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03932975112078606231noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21900544.post-21838673344614081642009-03-28T22:05:00.000-07:002009-03-28T22:05:00.000-07:00I have red wrigglers, too. They are actually in m...I have red wrigglers, too. They are actually in my living room in a 15 gallon plastic bin hidden cleverly behind my oouch. I love saying "I'm going to feed my worms."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21900544.post-13883398755627247572009-03-27T16:52:00.000-07:002009-03-27T16:52:00.000-07:00Wait... You mean I WASNT found in the compost?Oh, ...Wait... You mean I WASNT found in the compost?<BR/><BR/>Oh, geeze...<BR/><BR/>I occassionally find a variety of odd things in my compost, usually of the "Oh my, that looks like a...<BR/><BR/>1 Family of Mice, <BR/>2 Litter of kittens, <BR/>3 Groundhogs/Racoons/Moles/Voles/Rats/Snakes/Birds.<BR/><BR/>When living in Baltimore city I would do compost tea in a big 20 gallon construction bucket (covered). The best compost I ever got was from the elephant poop I got for free fom when the Ringling Brothers and Barnun Baily circus used to come to town. I never found any peanuts in the poop, though. <BR/><BR/>When I tried to make uncovered compost in the city, I once discovered a magnificant, obscenely large dead rat. I showed it to my local homeless guy who used to dig thru my trash, (to warn him) and we both agreed the rat would have won several prizes for large sized dead rodent catagory, had there been a contest of that sort in Baltimore. <BR/><BR/>Hey Lisa and Robb, remember Baltimore City's RAT FISHING contest? Peanut butter works best!<BR/><BR/>AnnalisaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21900544.post-17512930230264805792009-03-27T11:56:00.000-07:002009-03-27T11:56:00.000-07:00For years I tried to convince my boys that they sp...For years I tried to convince my boys that they sprang spontaneously from compost. It seemed easier than explaining what actually went on between Mom and Dad....<BR/><BR/>GrumpyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21900544.post-44119937157381350362009-03-27T07:47:00.000-07:002009-03-27T07:47:00.000-07:00How odd... I dreamed last night about someone cul...How odd... I dreamed last night about someone cultivating earthworms. It was very detailed... I was looking into this box of wiggling, vigorous worms with fascination. <BR/><BR/>Now, this morning, this was the first post on my RSS feed reader.Pockafwyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07252579862906022117noreply@blogger.com