Wormtastrophe! My flow through had to endure a brief sojourn in the garage. During that time it was untended for 3-4 weeks. The peruvian llama manure worms were not pleased. Evidently enraged by their sudden relegation from the privy chamber, they intended to leave en masse. Alas, the journey toward the promised land was too much for most. Those that attempted it faired badly. The dried remains of the intrepid explorers litter the garage floor, leaving a pungent odor of soured molasses.
Fortunately, all is not lost. Those worms that decided to remain have again been elevated to the inner sanctum. They are clearly the genetic superiors of the original herd and have thus been treated to fresh bedding and a fine meal of vegetables from the royal garden.
