This morning as I left the house to take the Space Monkey to work, this is what I found.
|That blue bin is a recycling bin. There's a reason for that.|
Before somebody attempts to inform me that these materials may be considered recyclable in some places, witness that the Howard County Department of Public Works specifically mentions styrofoam containers in its list of things they won't accept. Also, even though the county is piloting a food scrap recycling program in Ellicott City and Elkridge—neither of which is here—they specifically mention that meat and bones are not part of the program.
So I was cross.
I don't know how well you can make it out in that picture but the bag with turkey in it got ripped open by some animal—blackbirds, rats, and foxes have all been spotted in the neighborhood; the rats in particular are something we're trying to avoid—during the night.
In such situations, I always take pictures (as above) and e-mail them to the property management so they can make people uncomfortable at the HOA meeting.
My big complaint is that it's not going to get picked up. Not on recycling day! Assuming it's still in that spot and not, say, in my basement window well or under my deck on Friday, I still doubt it'll get picked up.
|The scene outside my house after the recycling was picked up.|