I introduced the kids to the joy of worm collecting while I was gardening one fine spring day, and they took it to the next level. I heard the screen door slam shut after they had amassed a fortune of the little dirt miners in a bowl. Of course, I followed them inside to see what fate they had planned for their captives and arrived just in time to hear the ding of the microwave. That's right, they cooked them. When I asked what they were doing, Andy answered matter-of-factly, "Makin' pasketti."