I once did that unintentionally, on the last day of the season I dumped my equipment in the shed, including a tub filled with the wiggly little fuckers.

I went back some six months later to discover that the little bastards had been eating each other. The survivors were fucking massive, but whether this was down to cannibalism induced mutation or the fact that they were soaking in the decaying remains of their relatives was hard to tell. As tempted as I am to experiment, my more sensible half would tear me a new arsehole if I tried.
( Muns, Tue 14 Aug 2012, 10:50, Reply)