So, I had a super weird dream last night about worms and I think it was the universe's way of telling me I can't put off the worm update any longer. I clearly shouldn't have put it off this long or I could have at least posted a successful update before things went down hill.
The worms died.
All of them.
In my defense, they were really thriving for several months. They seemed to suffer when we were away in Tunisia but I thought I'd got them back on track soon thereafter. However, once I got pregnant, I had bigger things on my mind like rolling around on the couch trying not to hurl and the worms took a back seat. I think the real problem was that since I only wanted to eat peanut butter and jelly and PopTars there wasn't much to feed them and they starved.
I feel really bad and if I ever get a yard I will definitely attempt outdoor composting. However, doing it indoors and making sure they ate enough but not too much or that things didn't get too acidic or mold didn't grow was a lot of work.
Nicholas was right. I was wrong. I don't want to talk about it.