Right, because nothing says "fun hobby" like mistaking your worms for an alien invasion. I swear, the first time I saw pot worms I thought my bin was possessed. I was ready to call a priest instead of just drying things out. Now I just tell myself if it moves and isn't crawling out of the bin, it's probably fine. But man, that moment of panic is REAL.

Honestly, how long did it take you to get used to the extra cleanup time?

Wait, your bottle did that too? I had one that left a perfect ring every single time, like it was marking its territory. I thought it was just my weird countertop. What kind of bottle was it?

My basil thrived in one big communal pot.

That's exactly what @dixon.felix means about remembering the weird ones.