a sad tale

it began in spring, 2006. the good folks of yuppy-slightly- hipster-y-italian family brooklyn were coming out of hibernation. flower bulbs poked their heads up through the ground. garbage - organic waste, mostly - was being produced. and a thought blossomed - what if we fed the vegetable peels to worms?

some were dubious. yet, as the leaves grew on the trees and the skin of those white, white brooklynites exposed itself to the warm sun, the worms thrived. potato. lettuce. mango. pepper. onion. they consumed and they excreted, and compost was to be had by all that wanted some.

fruit flies arrived. mcats were taken. a few worms escaped and the holes in the box were patched up. weather cooled. fruit flies left. worms ate. and reproduced. and reproduced. more garbage, more worms. worms were given away. beers were had. decisions were made. winter came and winter left, spring and summer. worms and associates moved to the upper east side.

and one day, like locusts descending upon the land of egypt, a scrouge. tiny bugs crawling all over the container. from where did they arrive? and what did they want? but pharoah's heart was hardened - and the radiator turned up its incessant heat. worms began to drop like the fruit flies that had once flown around them. until one day, the worms were gone, and bugs ruled the earth.