Got Questions?
You ever seen a Frenchman not catch a catfish with one of our worms? Exactly. We sent a sample jar to a feller in Spain once, and he gave it two thumbs up and a loud “¡Muy resbaladizo!” If you know what that means, come tell us.
A steady diet of Alabama soil, leftover grits, people who stray too near the pig pen, and the occasional motivational song from Jason. We tried feeding them carrots once — they filed a formal complaint.
Legally? Probably. Should you? Absolutely not. They're bait, not brunch, and ya'll don't wanna make the catfish jealous, do ya? Jason’s Mama might deep fry anything, but even she draws the line at worm nuggets.
Only the ones that escape. If you find one crawling across the driveway, that’s probably Randy. He’s a repeat offender. Those that try to follow are outwitted by Jason himself, who knows every trick in the book when it comes to jailbreaks.
We don't. Worms tend to die when frozen and packed. They ain't no good to no one if they ain't squirmin'. Buy 'em fresh at the farm. Open a can 'o worms, take a hook and get to it.
We sure do — but only if the worm personally requests it in writing. So far, none have.