little bitty girl

I asked Stefan for worms last night.

Bet he's never heard that request from me before. Usually it's the usual random stuff: a cottage, a new designer bag, a table that we don't need, a cute playhouse for Mindy, duck to cook etc.

But last night, I really wanted worms.

This is why.

Toronto has pickup for organic waste. Except for our place because it classifies as a commercial space. Which, in some ways, is ridiculous because people still make organic waste in office spaces. What about restaurants? Why are they not required to have green bins?

But really this is not about a city issue. It's a "me" issue. I just hate that all our organic waste goes into a landfill. Worst yet, I hate that our garbage smells until we throw it out. (I also refuse to throw out garbage until the bag is full or really stinky). And there doesn't seem to be any solution (at least a convenient one) that allows us to compost in our place. We don't have a balcony, and we don't really have plants (hello? Me, the person who kills cacti?)

I've looked into Bokashi, a very cool system that uses microorganisms to break down kitchen waste. Except you also need some big hole in the ground to bury it in for it to really work. I could technically try to freeze our kitchen scraps and use someone else's green box, but let's be realistic. I won't even go to an expensive gym I've signed up for if it's 5 minutes out of my way.

So it seems the best alternative could be worms. I could give the worm casings to Mama Kang and her urban jungle/balcony. Except why aren't there any cool worm bins? Living in a loft means everything is out in the open. It kind of needs to go with our design aesthetic. The closest alternative I found is this one, which costs $1500.

And if I bought that, then Stefan would really think I was crazy. He already thinks I am crazy enough.