It's tragic, and it's running out of control. It starts with a swelling idea in the head. Within two days of the infection, it appears in your throat and causes you to say "now that we are stuck at home in uncertain times, maybe it would be a good idea to make a veggie garden." By next day, you will be putside, sweating and suffering from sore palms and a bad back. Once you start thinking of compost, your doom is sealed.

There are only two cures - move to a flat and suffer Cabin Fever, or catch Coronavirus ASAP so you can spend time lying in bed instead of sweating and cursing with a shovel and planting mix. I think they are both better than dealing with worm poo.