wherein Liz gripes about trash cans
Oct. 20th, 2018 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfalling1. We rented five studios this afternoon, plus a parking space in the morning -- not a bad day's work. :)
2. In other news, I am teetering on the edge of a cold and am therefore going to bed at 9pm tonight.
3. In other other news, both my upstairs neighbors and diagonal neighbors have been careless about A) fastening their trash bags before putting them into the outdoor cans and B) securing the lids on their assigned trash cans. Which means the local opossums (confirmed; I chased one away personally) and raccoons (unconfirmed but highly likely) have discovered a treasure-trove of disgustingly delicious garbage and have been gleefully knocking over the cans and rummaging through the contents every night for nearly a week.
The cans are, of course, right outside my living room. Which means I cannot help overhearing the scuffling. It is extremely distracting when I am trying to get back to sleep in the middle of the night.
I think I am going to post a strongly worded (but polite!) note on the front door, and also make sure that both trash cans get tagged and set out for pickup tomorrow night. I will pay for the damn tags myself if my neighbors don't seem inclined to take action themselves.
(I will also remind them of the existence of the communal compost bin, since one reason their trash cans are so attractive is that they have a lot of kitchen waste in their bags. There is no point sending all those vegetable scraps to a landfill when they'd make perfectly good soil in much less time at a commercial compost operation.)
2. In other news, I am teetering on the edge of a cold and am therefore going to bed at 9pm tonight.
3. In other other news, both my upstairs neighbors and diagonal neighbors have been careless about A) fastening their trash bags before putting them into the outdoor cans and B) securing the lids on their assigned trash cans. Which means the local opossums (confirmed; I chased one away personally) and raccoons (unconfirmed but highly likely) have discovered a treasure-trove of disgustingly delicious garbage and have been gleefully knocking over the cans and rummaging through the contents every night for nearly a week.
The cans are, of course, right outside my living room. Which means I cannot help overhearing the scuffling. It is extremely distracting when I am trying to get back to sleep in the middle of the night.
I think I am going to post a strongly worded (but polite!) note on the front door, and also make sure that both trash cans get tagged and set out for pickup tomorrow night. I will pay for the damn tags myself if my neighbors don't seem inclined to take action themselves.
(I will also remind them of the existence of the communal compost bin, since one reason their trash cans are so attractive is that they have a lot of kitchen waste in their bags. There is no point sending all those vegetable scraps to a landfill when they'd make perfectly good soil in much less time at a commercial compost operation.)
