My dad sent me this Worm Poop website which is very, very funny.

My parents actually have worms. My mom is a professor and she teaches education students how to teach science to elementary school kids. So she raises worms and brings them into workshops and stuff and teaches the teachers how to use the worms to teach kids. (It's all very convoluted this teaching someone to teach thing.) When the worms are not at a seminar or class they are sitting in the laundry room at their house. They live in a plastic box full of dirt and organic matter and they are covered in plastic. My kids clearly think of them as their grandparents' pets, as in, "Grandma, can we feed the worms?" or on the telephone they'll say, "Poppy, how are the worms?" or we'll be eating cantaloupe and the kids will reminisce, "When we're at Grandma and Poppy's house we always feed the worms our rinds."

When we were gardening earlier this spring we had some baby robins in a nest by the garage. We enjoyed watching the parents feed the robins and of course this often consisted of worms. The kids even helped the parents out a couple of times by pulling the worms out of the soil as I turned it and putting them in a dish of water under the bird nest.

There are three kinds of worms, I have decided - commercial grade fertilizer worms that sell their poop, pet worms, and robin feed worms. Wait. Four kinds of worms. Fish bait worms. The kids gleefully fish with worms. But they would never ever use one of Grandma and Poppy's domesticated worms for any purpose other than having as pets.