There's humidity and heat, and then there's turning compost and retreiving worms for the Hamburgs (The BLRWs are about half for them as the yummiest thing ever and half certain that they are the embodiment of wiggly evil: hens on one side, cockerals on the other, and the disturbance in the pen when I feed worms is just not worth it, so they get peanuts and extra greens instead) and how in the heck can red worms survive the temperature in the compost bin, my goodness?. It was like grilling burgers in the full sun, the compost is slightly above body temperature, and the worms are all happily wiggling and reproducing like whoa.
I've stopped trying to use tools to get worms without taking out too much compost: I use cheap nitrile gloves for that and slug-picking (the Hamburgs, all of them, can eat slugs half the size of their heads; Ian will eat the teeny ones but, again, finds the bigger ones REALLY SCARY, and ABBA is somewhere that the slugs aren't easy to find).
Ian is also not impressed with lettuce, unlike everything else, but EVERYBODY likes bedstraw.
This idle chatter has been brought to you by me sitting down and drinking some water in the middle of feeding chooks.