I peeked. I opened the composted to check the status of my compost before a full week had gone by. The excitement got to me.
Sunday I took a gander under the lid only to find nothing there. The compost was gone. For a fleeting second I thought that Marc had stolen it as some odd joke, but no. All of the compost, in a nearly undigested state, had been dumped into the "done" tray. How did it come to that conclusion?? In my perplexed state, I contemplated tossing it all back up to the top for another session in the mixing chamber.
Then I spotted the evil white fuzz and knew that I couldn't. The mold had returned. Unfortunate.
Yesterday I buried it. Load #2 of half digested food waste now lays in the back yard. I am beginning to wonder what the archaeologists of 2250 will think of the dirt around the future ruins of our current home. "Strange how this house shows garbage disposal so close to the foundations - totally non-typical for primitives of that era."
I will begin agian this weekend - after a good dosing of 409 tonight.