worms 8 September 2011
The feline hunter-gatherers of the household are polishing off any of the HUMUNGOUS spiders that have launched invasions on the house. Sometimes they scoff them, sometimes a balled-up body is left for me to admire. It’s not just 8-legged critters that need worry, though. For a while, I couldn’t figure out why there were dark squiggles on the floor some mornings – I greatly feared they might be small poos. But no. Turns out they’re worms, captured under cover of darkness (no idea how the cats are finding them as I doubt they’d go to the bother of digging them up?) brought indoors for sport and left to shrivel and expire. Mystery solved, but poor worms (the good guys of the garden)
