---I went out on the porch at lunchtime to bring in one of the flower boxes. I want to grow some baby Asian greens indoors this winter, under my seedling lights. Lately, I'm craving Asian greens like crazy. I'll settle for even just a leaf or two at a time, chopped fine, for garnish on a hot, buttery, salty baked potato. Mmmm, piping hot potatoes in winter...
Anyway, the still dirt-filled flower boxes are stacked on each other, and they are pretty well frozen, too, except in the drainage crevasses on the undersides of the pots. And behold, what should my little eye spy? Worms. My worms. Eisenia fetida. About two dozen. Must have been some egg cases in one of last year's worm poop garden feedings.
This is in a Detroit winter, folks. Today's high is fixing to be, oh, about 27 F. That's some powerful worms. I am mightily impressed. I'll go out again later, on another worm recon mission.
The little buggers were ice cold, but started immediately wriggling from the heat coming off my hand. I brought them indoors, and tucked them safely in the indoor bin. My palm still remembers the cold of them.