Let me guess. Your garbage pick-up is every Friday.
The following day, Saturday, you have a crawfish boil for your son's little
league team and all the parents.
The only thing I can think of that might help is to put all the left-overs
from the the crawfish boil in an industrial plastic bag and, late Saturday
night, leave it on the neighborhood school playground.
Once an ex called to tell me that she had a week at Martha's Vinyard
and her girlfriend had to leave after a day to start a new job.
I had a car, so she wanted me.
We had a good time and the last day found crabs inthe water we could
pick with our hands. I carry a gallon container in my car so I got a
few crabs and some sea water to put them in.
Driving home was more tiring than it might have been and I got home
11PM, forgot about the crabs and didn't go out of the apartment the
next day. Then I realized the crabs must be dead by then so I didn't
rush after that either. When I got there after 4 days in August, and
I opened the trunk, the smell was overwhelming.
I couldn't figure out what to do with them. Maybe I first thought of
"dumpster" or "the local supermarket's dumpeter", I don't remeber, but
I recalled the bad things I thought it had done**, and I figured that
was the place. I started to go there, a long block away, and as I
walked down the street, people ahead of me and across the street were
saying What's that smell. I could hear them and I could see their
It was 7PM, I think, after the markets' closign time, and I left in
their dumpster and never heard anythying more.
**bY far the worst was that they had a bunch of poor neightborhood 10
to 12 y.o. black kids working there as bagboys, and as a suburban guy
I didn't think much about it, until something happened or it just
dawned on me that they weren't getting paid and were wrking just for
tips. So I told the manager that there were a lot of students and
other ex-suburbanites who would tip if they knew these kids were doing
it for tips. His answer was "We don't want them here anyhow", which
had to be a lie, because they had no one else to do the work except
the cashiers, who would have had to stop checking to do bagging. The
kids did as good a job as anyone, and the small supermarket saved a
lot of money by having them. And they worked right in front of the
manager. If he didn't want them, he could have kicked them out. That,
I assume, once in a while, there would be two kids at one aisle, one
trying to work and the other talking to him or goofing on him, and
once in awhile they'd have to kick someone out, I assume, is no
excuse. And I shopped there for at least 2 years before I knew how
this worked, and these kids would never ever ask for a tip, or for
payment. I think it would have been contrary to their pride. They
bagged for many customers for no money at all.
Some not working inside were also usually willing to take the
groceries home for people, and there were some old ladies and others
who needed that. I assumed they got paid for that since it wasn't in
the store, but watching that might have been how I started to wonder
if they were paid for the work inside the store.
They never did put up the sign, or do anything for those kids.
Also the grocery closed 7 minutes before the time on the sign in
window. Over and over I thought my watch was wrong, and I did without
food. Finally I was careful to check and saw it was early and asked
the manager. I said the cashiers needed time to close out. I send
that's fine but change the time on the sign to match when you close.
He didn't care.
If I had to put the crabs someplace, that was the place.
You have above, many useful suggestions for getting rid of the existing
In the longer term, once that is solved, we simply don't put anything in the
garbage that will putrify.
Only un-recyclable papers go into the can.
Veggies and fruit scraps, and non meat foods to the compost box.
Meat scraps, bones, fish and shrimp remains, and meat containers and shrink
wraps are packed into plastic grocery bags and frozen. (small volume, but
huge impact, re smells).
The night before pick-up, we put the frozen, bagged, perishable stuff into
the can. (makes up less than 5 per cent of the volume of the can).
No smell, no can cleaning, no raccoons, no rats, no plastic liners needed,
and it makes the trash collectors' day.
It's worth the trouble!
"Roger Taylor" <sherryrogeratcomcastdotnet> wrote in
My dog brought me a dead squirrel the day after our pickup. Had no coice
but to place in the trash barrel/loader thing on wheels until the next
week. This was in hot weather. It still smelled, so I left the lid open
(sfter the trash was gone) and left it out in the yard away from the house
for a few days. The smell was gone.
Another thing to try is soak and old cloth in cider vinegar (the dark
kind). Toss a couple of newspaper sections in the bottom of the barrel.
Then toss in the soaked cloth. It'll absorb the smells. You may have to
do this again, if you are keeping the lid closed.
Load it into your truck or rent one, then drive over to the local DIY car
wash and wash it out with their high-pressure car wash wand. That worked
for me. Then after that, make sure what's put in there is as dry as it can
be (i.e. empty the milk jug, pop cans, beer bottles and so on)
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