There it sits on my kitchen counter in all its nastiness- the compost bag. Triumphing over wastefulness in one corner of the world. Feeding the soil with nutrients. Festering in a ziplock bag. It was my housemate’s idea, an upgrade from the paper towel lined compost bowl (sealed with a lid and tucked safely beneath the sink). The bowl demonstrated the law of out-of-sight, out-of-mind. It sat undisturbed until one of my other housemates noted that the maggots had begun to writhe.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the environment. In fact, being a nature fanatic and a long-time resident of Earth, I think it’s a pretty big deal. I’m just not sure how huge of an impact this capsule of crud is making on the planet. It’s a lovely little thing, really. Its current contents include: pasta, celery, carrot shavings, pumkin pie, onion, two tangerines, lettuce, an unidentified brown liquid, and a noxious odor. I think maybe instead of dumping it in the garden we should move it from the counter to the table and use it as a centerpiece. Then everyone will have to acknowledge how green and eco-friendly we are.