An inquisitive old fart with a camera
So, a small bundle of trimmings to add to the waste pile collected a few times per year. Fina a handy reusable plastic something (hamper) to carry them in. And of course, just leave the plastic as well.
I don’t know if it’s just certain people in certain areas, but it’s certainly the case in the no-man’s-land where we walk dogs. Oh, people.
Something — a comedreja, possum — has been attacking my worm composter the last few nights.
The door I didn’t install real well on the compost barrel, thinking i could harvest from the bottom, is at present also no match for the little critter(s).
The barrel has a metal lid after this incident three years ago:
I still don’t know why it ended up dead, even if it couldn’t get out. Plenty to eat, and it wouldn’t have been more than 24 hours.
Oh, sorry, you wanted to look inside the worm composter? Pieces of orange and onion got in there by mistake. The slugs are a new addition.
Flipping back the lid to my little worm composting setup revealed a mushroom that had grown inside, upside down.
