I came home today after a long day sitting in a small alternately stuffy, alternately cold box, with very little freedom to move about of my own volition, to find a puzzlement on the floor of my front side room. Precisely, it looked like the dogs had shredded some plant material and there were "twigs" scattered hither and yon - or perhaps, some type of dried noodle. Odd I thought. Closer inspection revealed that the trail of twigs led to my large worm tote in the corner - up on the bottom utility shelf. Uh-oh.
Yes, indeed. The twigs were piled high and deep under the shelf. In fact, they were not twigs at all, but dessicated worms.
The worms were everywhere. Big wriggling blobs of red goo. They festooned every edge of the tote - hundreds of thousands of them. The smell of worm reproduction at its most powerful was enough to wrinkle the noses of even the least discerning amongst my copraphagic dogs. It wafted throughout the house - necessitating incense. I washed the worms back down into their tote, threw in some more food, covered the whole mess with shredded newspaper, and smushed the lid back on.