Monday is garbage day here. If it's not out at the curb for 7am, you might miss the boat. That's ok in the in your refrigerated garage. In the summer, it means another week of week-older rotten garbage in your hot garage.
On the few occasions I tried putting the garbage out the night before, the raccoons got into it the can, and made a big mess. Not fun.
So, I started hauling my butt out of bed a little earlier Monday mornings, to put the garbage out. It took a few weeks to form the habit, and I missed the truck a few times not getting out till 7:15.
At some point I recalled seeing a garbage can at Canadian Tire that had some sort of strap to hold the lid on. I decided I needed to at least give it a try.
This is what I got:
It wasn't until I got it home that I realized it doesn't have wheels. Bummer.
But wait! I currently own this garbage can:
The lid of the animal proof fits on the wheeled base. Tada!
Anyhow to the point. Sunday night I put the garbage out, using my new cadillac.
I woke up this morning (Monday, and our clocks just "sprung" forward) particularly groggy. Instead of the usual Monday dread - my first thought was "Woohoo! I don't have to put the garbage out!"