Some readers want us to eat our words. David Shean worries about what happens when he eats them. “I eventually feed [the Reader] to my worms along with my kitchen scraps,” Shean writes us in an email.

My attack on the dreaded invasive jumping worm began suddenly and in a bit of a panic. Not long ago I went to turn the compost bin next to our Northwest Side home and found, to my horror and dismay, a ...