Well. About that compost pile. We must have started it on top of an enormous fire-ant mound. Every time I went out there to bury more food scraps in that pile, I saw more and more ants. That pile was just teeming with them, zillions of very unhappy ants. Unhappy because I raked apart their little world every day before dumping the latest batch of scraps into the middle of it. When I went out there today, I could barely get near the pile. I could see all the moving scurrying ants as soon as I got near that corner of the yard.
Oh well. I promised friend Cindy that I wouldn't spray ant-killer on that pile, but I just had to do it. Today's discovery was a fire-ant universe complete with tunnels and clutches of teeny tiny white ant eggs, which only means more and more millions of ants. Out came the spray and the ant powder. Hopefully as I type this, the ants in that particular part of the yard are history. But so is that compost.
I called Cindy, and immediately told her about my slaughter of the ants... starting the conversation with "Forgive me for I have sinned....." I asked her about getting a big plastic container of some sort, with a tight-fitting lid. Couldn't I keep that way out on the back deck, put the kitchen scraps into that with a little water now and then, and I could even roll it around the deck a bit to keep it mixed up. Wouldn't that mixture turn itself into the "black gold" that Cindy has been wanting to achieve for the garden?
So that's the plan now.... I will look in Walmart for a plastic container with a tight-fitting lid.... big enough to keep a good amount of compost in it, but light enough for me to roll around the porch.
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