I glared at the organic pile of refuse in the back corner of my yard, clutching a garbage bag in one hand and donning a gardening glove in the other.
For a month, the job of cleaning up the mass of plant material left by the previous occupants had weighed on me. I shivered to think about the creepy crawlies that lurked below the rotting leaves, weeds, and twigs.
Every time I’d thought about tackling the task, there were plenty of other household things to do that were much less, well, gross. And so, I had put it off.
But I knew it had to be done given it was likely a contributing factor to the bugs in the yard.
I finally mustered a bit of resolve.
“I’ll just grab one or two handfuls and put them in the bag. That’s all. It’s a start. I can always do more later.”