Some of us enter into things with blind naivety. Like having children. We take it on faith that it is a reasonable thing to do and it has a limited time frame, say 18-20 years. But afterward, we discover that it could actually be 30+ years, or suck up out entire life so that we are chronically sleep deprived. And it is expensive.
Even after doing considerable research, we often fail to consider obvious facts or base our decisions on hope for the outcome. This sometimes leads us to have to compromise during the activity and to the "setting of limits".
This is where I am today. Setting limits. Some of the activities are those I chose and some have been thrust upon me, but whatever caused the start of it, today I am setting some limits.
I do not speak of my wool collection, wheel collection or fiber frenzy. These activities know no limits. What I am speaking of is...worms.
I entered into an experiment on raising silk worms with considerable research and some expense. The anticipated time limit seemed reasonable and the space required seems tolerable. The food was a bit expensive, but convenient as I don't have a Mulberry tree. There was not much information out "there" on this type of food plan, but I knew I could wing it and make it work. And it was only for 4 weeks. This, I could do.
The first failed observation was time. The research suggested that you feed them 3 times a day for a couple of minutes. Clean their waste every three or four days. But with the new feeding system, this didn't turn out to be the case. I feed them once a day and spend about 1 1/2 hours cleaning out the trays of waste. Even with the worm herding system working, it takes more time than I had expected. AND the biggest issue was the 4 week commitment. It is really longer because the eggs have to be out of the refrigerator for a couple of weeks before they start to hatch. Already we are looking at 6 weeks. AND the little buggers don't all hatch at the same time. They can take weeks to hatch. Now we are looking at 8-10 weeks of commitment.
My second failed observation was that those eggs are really small, and the little bit I put on the tray turned into 300+ worms. Not a problem while they are small. I have sufficient room and trays, but they get bigger and the trays will fill the dining room and every flat surface in it. Then the little guys will want to cocoon somewhere and I have gathered less than 50 tubes. I will spend hours rolling paper into little tubes and taping them together to make cocoon condos for the worms. A massive complex for my little dining room.
I think I have enough food, but I am only mixing up a little at a time. I don't have enough room in my fridge for all the food for the worms and food for us people, too. This experiment has "bloomed" into a worm boom.
So that part about setting limits. Well, today I made a decision. I was cleaning the worm trays and decided that any eggs that had not hatched as of that morning cleaning, would go to the composter. I am committed to the babies I have, but after this morning- no more babies. That way, I will at least be somewhat certain that the existing worms will have 4 more weeks to get to adulthood and that there will be enough food and space. I probably tossed 50 eggs with little worms inside screaming, "Wait! I am almost ready!" But since they didn't waive their little heads at me, I didn't listen.
Vermicide? Or setting limits to my commitments. You can judge me if you want but I feel better all ready.