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Teddybrae
Righto you Purists. Here we go. Heads out of the clouds now ...
I began a thread asking about number of compost worms per pot. There wasn't much response so I bought a kilo of worms for each pot and put a few kilos of partly composted human shit on top of the new worms. I know they love this stuff from another garden and sure enough when I looked last evening the new worms are moving into the shit (which smelled great, by the way!).
Now when I posted this news there appeared cautionary advice and expressions of disgust ... except from my new friend St Phatty!
Of course I had interfaced with my own shit during the Oral stage of childhood development but I can't remember that ... so I want to tell all you squeaky-clean-Dettol-hand-wash-users about my later experiences with Human Shit.
It began when I was five. Mother had gone to hospital to have a breakdown and so we kids went to her Brother's place somewhere in the Scots wilds.
Our Uncle and his Wife were older and there was not much for us to do. Me, I explored the farm and countryside around. My biggest surprise was finding the Midden. The Midden was a walled area. The wall was just high enough for a five year old on tiptoe to look over. And the sight was amazing indeed!
The shit behind the wall was all sorts. Cattle, pig, and human. It was spring so the Byre had been mucked out and the Midden was full. There was a heavy buzzing in the air.
There was brown shit, yellow shit, green shit and there ... peeking out from clumps of hay off the floor of the Byre ... someone had tipped the shit can, and the one before it and the one before that. It was mostly yellowish so stood out from the animal crap. It's shape was different too. Due to human anus shape I guess. And bowel ...
I was very familiar with the shit can because I visited it at least once a day, sometimes more. We had a flush toilet where I usually lived but I rather liked its smell. Rich. Almost like horse shit, but not so. (I guess smell depends on diet.)
Think of that: a daily experience of other peoples' shit inches below one's backside. I squatted of course.
Once in the Midden, altogether with the animal shit, the smell was fantastic. HMMM! I am recalling it right now!
(Odours go straight to the brain without being categorised by reason ... so my recall is perfect! YUM!)
But now I 'm getting off -course.
What St Phatty said in my worm post mirrors my ancestors experience. I would not be here without their shit and their animals shit on the ground they tilled and reaped.
Human shit is very good fertiliser. The shit I use is as pure as organic eaters can get their shit. We understand about health issues so one else shits in our toilet.
PS: you Aztec charcoal soil guys avoid the actuality that Aztec soils blackness was caused equally by human shit!
I began a thread asking about number of compost worms per pot. There wasn't much response so I bought a kilo of worms for each pot and put a few kilos of partly composted human shit on top of the new worms. I know they love this stuff from another garden and sure enough when I looked last evening the new worms are moving into the shit (which smelled great, by the way!).
Now when I posted this news there appeared cautionary advice and expressions of disgust ... except from my new friend St Phatty!
Of course I had interfaced with my own shit during the Oral stage of childhood development but I can't remember that ... so I want to tell all you squeaky-clean-Dettol-hand-wash-users about my later experiences with Human Shit.
It began when I was five. Mother had gone to hospital to have a breakdown and so we kids went to her Brother's place somewhere in the Scots wilds.
Our Uncle and his Wife were older and there was not much for us to do. Me, I explored the farm and countryside around. My biggest surprise was finding the Midden. The Midden was a walled area. The wall was just high enough for a five year old on tiptoe to look over. And the sight was amazing indeed!
The shit behind the wall was all sorts. Cattle, pig, and human. It was spring so the Byre had been mucked out and the Midden was full. There was a heavy buzzing in the air.
There was brown shit, yellow shit, green shit and there ... peeking out from clumps of hay off the floor of the Byre ... someone had tipped the shit can, and the one before it and the one before that. It was mostly yellowish so stood out from the animal crap. It's shape was different too. Due to human anus shape I guess. And bowel ...
I was very familiar with the shit can because I visited it at least once a day, sometimes more. We had a flush toilet where I usually lived but I rather liked its smell. Rich. Almost like horse shit, but not so. (I guess smell depends on diet.)
Think of that: a daily experience of other peoples' shit inches below one's backside. I squatted of course.
Once in the Midden, altogether with the animal shit, the smell was fantastic. HMMM! I am recalling it right now!
(Odours go straight to the brain without being categorised by reason ... so my recall is perfect! YUM!)
But now I 'm getting off -course.
What St Phatty said in my worm post mirrors my ancestors experience. I would not be here without their shit and their animals shit on the ground they tilled and reaped.
Human shit is very good fertiliser. The shit I use is as pure as organic eaters can get their shit. We understand about health issues so one else shits in our toilet.
PS: you Aztec charcoal soil guys avoid the actuality that Aztec soils blackness was caused equally by human shit!