I killed the mealworms. For months, I heard their rustlings as they navigated through layers of laying mash and newspaper. I dutifully gave them halved potatoes and cabbage leaves to keep the proper level of moisture. When the roosters moved away and the hens took up residence in their outdoor coop, I slipped. There’s no good excuse. I just wasn’t passing through the former chicken room as often, and the poor mealworms weren’t on my mind.
Then Kelly informed me that the rustlings had ceased. I went to take a look and found a crowd of dead beetles lying atop the mash. This is what I get for being too busy and too careless to notice. Rest in peace, mealworms.
