"Zoo-do"

Today I attended a free composting class offered by the city of Los Angeles in lovely Griffith Park. I went with high hopes about my future in composting. I had my heart set on buying a fancy backyard composter, which the city subsidizes. Instead I settled for a simple Rubbermaid(tm) container with holes drilled in the lid and sides. Here begins my adventure in vermicomposting. A bit gross--worm poop and all, but as my landlord gets a bit picky about what I do in the back yard, I shall have to secret my clandestine garbage eaters under the sink.
I also came away with some free compost, which, they proudly say, contains "Zoo-do" courtesy of the unhappy elephants in the nearby LA Zoo! I can't wait to transplant my olive and mulberry trees--maybe the pachyderm poop will plump the harvest. Who knew what the city sanitation department could do?
However, the big takeaway for the day was yet another reminder of why I so dislike attending workshops and seminars with the general public. People aren't all terribly sharp. There are people(like bloggers I suppose) who like to hear themselves talk. People, there is such a thing as a stupid question! It's that question about the thing the instructor just addressed, but which you missed since you were too busy on the cell phone, or because you were chatting to your seat mate, or because you showed up thirty minutes late. I suppose I should give people credit for coming to get free "zoo-do" compost and and appearing to want to do something good for their little patch of planet!