You guessed right.
Sam gets truckloads of poop. I get a composter. I wonder what it says about me that I'm still jealous of her?
I was going to build a basic wood and chicken wire frame for a compost pile and then plant climbers all around it. The problem is, I've said I'd do that for at least 5 summers and I still don't have a place for compost. So, a few weeks ago, when I found myself wandering through the garden equipment section at Costco and saw compost tumblers at a really good price, I decided I had to have one. Little did I know that it'd take over 6 hours to put together or that it'd be big enough to second as a bomb shelter.
Either way, my dad and I spent the afternoon doing yard work and loading it up with everything we could think of. There's a long way's to go to get this thing even close to full, but it's a step in the right direction.
Let the composting begin!