The life of a composting worm is sounding pretty darn good to me right now. No worries about getting up every day and working to provide yourself the basic necessities of life:
Food-You’re given a daily feast, a smorgasbord that you can partake of as often as you like and a much as you like. So what if you gain a few pounds. Nobody’s going to say anything.
Shelter-Some nice person brought you into their home and provides you with your own private wing on their estate complete with furniture and bedding. And best of all, it’s rent free.
Companionship-You’ve got hundreds of potential mates to choose from…all day…every day…any time of the day.
Preservation of the species-With all that “companionship” going on, the population doubles every few months, and that’s considered a good thing.
And it’s even okay to leave your sh_t all over the place…somebody’s going to come along and gladly clean it up for you. They’ll appreciate your contribution to their organic garden.
Sounds like a perfect world…unless, of course, you end up in the home of a fisherman/woman.