Cranky Complaints-Lady Buys BOOKS! (or tries to)

Despite

our smugness over the fact that we're composting in the backyard and therefore our garbage, compost, etc., aren't overflowing even now in the midst of a garbage strike.
 
Pause.
 
Take a breath.
 
Despite all that, the green city compost bins got extremely smelly in the heat on Friday and over Shabbos, so today I decided to smuggle their contents to the apartment where we're cat-sitting.  There has GOT to be a silver lining to the horrible, thankless task, right?
 
Anyway, Ted did the awful deed but I got a full report.  (he went back to stare in the bin a few times)
 
Maggots.
 
Maggoty maggots.  Squirming in the bin.
 
I have seen maggots.  I can imagine maggots.
(once in my youth I left a shabbos chicken carcass sitting for two weeks in the heat of summer and came back to wash the dishes - where had we been eating for two weeks?!? - and it was maggoty in the bones and the jelly-gravy-sauce still left in the pan)
 
Sheer, primal, revulsion.  Gack.  Shudder.
 
Anyway, he bagged them in a yellow garbage bag, washed his hands, bagged the bag in another bag and then we slipped the whole slippery mess into a cloth grocery bag so we could smuggle it undetected into the building.
 
Mission accomplished - the smelly garbage is gone.
 
Ewwwwww....
 
I left the bin open in the rain to rinse it out, and have now left it upended over the compost pile to fully drain and "air."
I'm a big believer in "airing."
 
There is nothing but sun and rain to wash away the stink and maggots.