Garbage harbors vermin.

Kill this vermin!

Tomorrow, I'm gonna call the exterminator.

Because, aren't they vermin?

You, you are vile vermin.

Shut up, vermin! You dirty louse!

Because my vermin is a former student of yours.

This guy, the exterminator. He was the same guy working earlier in the day right?

You look just fine down there slithering in the mud like vermin.

I made sure this stucknut exterminator, you know, put me on his speed dial. Two nights tops.

Just remember, information, like crumbs, always trickles down to the vermin on the floor.

Νow, I won't budge from this spot until you get that swarm of vermin out of the building.

State rodent operatives report a 50 per cent reduction in the number of vermin in the central proletarian zones.

And if we need to kill every one of these vermin to settle it, then we'll kill them all, and that's that.

So We let loose on them floods and locusts, and vermin, frogs and blood how many different signs. But they still remained arrogant, for they were a people full of sin.

We therefore sent against them the flood and the locusts and the vermin (or insects) and the frogs and the blood separate signs in response they were proud and were a guilty people.

So We sent against them the flood and the locusts and the vermin and the frogs and the blood a succession of clear signs. But they were arrogant and became a guilty folk.

Now, your worms might be vermin, but they need a comfortable space to live and work some bedding materials, either shredded paper or cardboard, some moisture, and, of course, food, mainly, your leftovers, slightly decomposed table scraps.