Day 207: Bin Troll

Involved?

Today the vegetable peelings bin in the kitchen smells like a troll has taken a shit in it.  It has NEVER been this bad before.  Hot weather?  Rogue matter?  It's repulsive - a reason to avoid breathing, rather than to keep on.  But at the same time it is so flamboyantly bad, that there's a compulsive grandeur to it.  This is a new level of bad. 

I'm dealing with it right now.  The unspeakable bin contents have been shrouded in newspaper and buried in the compost bin outside.  But the troll shit presence is still very strong in the kitchen, even though the backdoor is open for ventilation. 

GHI sense a 'presence'

I have asked it respectfully to leave, and let it know that the time has come to move on.

Tomorrow I may have to burn incense.  If that fails, it may be time for GHI.  Or a priest.  Or both.