I’ve often joked with my friends and family about starting a worm farm.

I use loads of live bait during the peak summer months and, lets be honest, like most things a pack nightcrawlers isn’t getting any cheaper.

A few months ago, after some torrential rains, my driveway was filled with worms. It seemed like a shame to let all that free bait just sit there, so I started collecting them in an old sour cream container from my in-laws’ restaurant. Before long, I had dozens — far more than I could go through before they died. My friend Spencer, who lives down the street got in on the action and also filled a large bucket over at his house.

It seemed I had no other choice than to finally take the plunge into worm farming.