The 3,4,5 combo class was finished learning about worms. The teacher wondered if they might find a good home in the garden. I love freebies. I love worms in the garden. I love the teacher. Getting to "YES!" was easy.. After careful and proper examination, interrupted only occasionally by an eeewww or frantic jazz hands waving the creature away, we set to preparing their new abode. We deposited the worms fairly deep, in lines we drew in the soil. ("No, we don't need gloves. It's good to feel the soil on your hands.") Then we covered them gently, to protect them from the sun and predators. Escaping their cover, these squirmers were busy pooping, or so the scholars showed me. Yes, there are small black dots at the back end of the dusty worms. Gardeners call that castings ; the scholars much preferred poop. Later in the day, it was all about the rakes. It's a congenial activity, with lovely piles created slowly an