Quote of the day:

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.

—William Shakespeare – King Lear Act 4 Scene 1

On trash days, I generally try to retrieve my trash can as soon as the sanitation workers have come through the neighborhood. This isn’t always easy because I don’t always hear them.

As for example this past Thursday’s trash day. I have no idea when the workers came through the street because once again they did so without making any noise. When I came downstairs to make lunch, I noticed that the trash had been picked up, so I went outside to collect my trash can.

And immediately saw red.

For some cretin had dropped a bag of trash into it.

That’s why I try to retrieve my trash can ASAP, to prevent jerks from doing just that.

Of course, I have no way of knowing who did it, though I suspect it was one of the drivers of the oversized SUVs that are continually parking in this narrow street.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

When I put the lid on and brought the container inside, I decided I didn’t want to leave the bag in the can until next week, so I took off the lid and pulled out the bag of trash (it was an open bag, not a sealed one) to drop it into my kitchen trash container. That’s when the flies came roaring out. Obviously I should have checked it before bringing it into the house.

I did manage to kill all the flies before starting on my lunch.

On a happier note, the William Still and Family mural continues to progress.