Most problems can be solved by adding dry matter, or draining the composting tea, smelly water that gathers underneath. Ontkush keeps her bins on the deck of her apartment. There, she tends them, ponders them, studies them. She runs her hands through their rich, savory earth, exclaiming at what she finds. She picks out a stray piece of styrofoam, tugs at a teabag string, admires an avocado pit they're working on, notices an orange they didn't like.
Shredded newspaper goes fast.
It also sells worms, three bucks a dozen, to put in a compost heap. Ontkush does her worm thing for business, but also pleasure. She loves doing experiments. She has learned her worms can double in size each month. To see all the bugs in there.