I had the very best intentions for a post on composting. We were cleaning up the yard and we had this old metal tub to collect stuff. It looked rustic. The leaves were falling, I had my camera and everything was falling into place.
We compost and I was going to go blah, blah, blah about it and how my son has learned so much from it. About things returning to the earth and that some things can easily while others can't.
And then. And THEN! We ran out of room in our compost bin. Happens every fall. So I had to sheepishly go drag over the "green waste" trash bin collected by the city. We never use it. Well, rarely. So I dragged it over while holding the baby on my hip because everything I ever do in life is with a baby on my hip. And I flipped open the lid and...
There she was. A black widow. Another one. Shudder.
And now I can't possibly wax poetic about composting. Composting sucks. Composting sucks because it means we never use our green bin and then the spiders hijack it.
And as it turns out, they have also hijacked the compost bin itself. Oodles of them live in it. It is like a black widow condo. The other night our kitchen scrap pail was getting stinky so I grabbed it to take it outside to the bin. I started to walk towards the bin. In the dark. What was I thinking? I came to my senses and stopped right there in the yard, dropped the kitchen pail and ran back into the house, admitting to my husband that I was too scared. He took it out. Because he is awesome. He is a black widow killing ninja.
So yeah. Compost schmompost. It now falls entirely in my husband's domain along with most of the cooking, anything that involves math and changing lightbulbs. So I'm not even going to post about it.
PS - Spiders are assholes.