Nervous

I flipped open the trash can lid a minute ago to throw out some aluminum foil. Yes, I throw it in the trash can instead of the recycle bin. I feel ok with that choice, since it was dripping with ooze and pieces of lasagna. So anyway, I noticed that the garbage in there is emanating heat. A lot of heat.

There is only one thing that can cause heat to seep from garbage sitting in my kitchen beneath the South-facing windows: rot. Decomposition. A chemical breakdown of food producing gases and heat energy.

This could potentially be a maggot luxury resort! What do I do??? I can't take the trash out every day. That would waste bags and be annoying and gross. But I can't leave the trashcan in the kitchen to generate even more heat in the apartment...or breed more maggots.

The worst thing is that Corey isn't home from riding his bike, so I might have to take that bag out myself. I already touched the maggot den. I don't think I should have to take out the hot bag. What if it gets so hot in there the bag melts??? I could have garbage spewing onto the floors as I run screaming through the apartment with the bag.

I feel as though I am being punished for not composting and creating my own fertilizer from the natural processes going on with my raw meat scraps and zucchini stems in my trashcan. As soon as I have a yard, I swear I will compost! Just please stop decomposing in my kitchen. Please, garbage, just remain cool and odor free until Corey takes you to the dumpster. Keep the maggots at bay for one more month and then it's nice autumn weather.