Coll Bell donned his thinking cap one day and hatched a brilliant idea: a composting toilet that houses a colony of Tiger worms (little buggers that don't need to be told twice to "eat my shit") in its base. But before he could proceed with his business plan, the Kiwi inventor of
The Wormorator had to wiggle through an unusual hurdle of his own: he was ordered by the Auckland Regional Council to verify that his Tiger worms not only were not suffering psychological damage in their den of shiniquity,
but that they were "happy" being there. (It's nice to know that all the world's crazies haven't yet moved to California.)
Bell managed to find a worm expert, Patricia Naidu, who spent some quality time with the worms in their ultra-rich environs. (I couldn't help but imagine Particia as the perky Karen Allen with Harrison Ford among the snakes in the Well of Souls.) Patricia has gone on record saying that the worms indeed did appear "happy" with their new lot in life -- this based primarily on the fact that they were healthy and breeding with gusto.
Being on the toilet is one of the bright spots of my day. But now I really want one of these worm toilets. I'd be even happier taking a shit knowing that I was bringing happiness to so many others.