I embarked on my scheme to sell worms by first making a place to put them once I caught them. I recall building a box, open on the top and bottom, about six inches deep, from scrap lumber. There wasn’t a need for a bottom because I put the box on concrete in the breeze way of our carport. I filled the four foot, by four foot box with dirt and peat moss from the flower beds around the house and I was set to begin hunting for worms.
On most nights that summer my mom would take me to Riverside Park after the sun had set to hunt down, and take into custody, the
creepy crawlers. We would
find an area in the park that had the right amount of moisture in the soil and
begin our hunt. We both would crawl on
our hands and knees with a flashlight and tin can, sweeping our flashlights
back and forth, until a night crawler was spotted stretched out on the grass. Concentration was necessary in order to sneak
up on the worm because it seemed like they could sense they were being stalked,
and if we weren't careful, dart back down their hole. Cautiously we would reach out and try to grab
the dirty buggers. With practice we learned
if we could get our fingers on it, before it completely disappeared; we could
usually get it out of the hole in one piece. But, oh what a mighty battle it was.