If everything keeps going according to plan, shit will continue to happen, and it might as well happen in a bucket.
According to Humanurists, who advocate for composting human waste at home, “households and communities are missing an incredible opportunity to turn human waste into nutrients that can improve public health and reduce hunger.”
It’s true. My hunger was just reduced right there.
That’s just a modern reflex though. The ability to flush away all evidence of effluents is new, historically- and prehistorically-speaking, and billions of people today can only dream of such a luxury, although the flying dreams are nicer. In fact I do anticipate pooping into a bucket at some point in my life—that point being 24 hours after our massive Cascadia Subduction Zone earthquake. I am figuring my first deposit will have been made during the earthquake, and not necessarily properly accounted for, compost-wise.
So most people accustomed to modern plumbing are not all that eager to transition to an earlier time when poop was more personal. But those who are tend to be evangelistic about it. And their numbers are growing. You could say there is a movement afoot, but I wouldn’t.
Composting and recycling human waste can be as simple as using a five-gallon bucket and a handful of leaves. Pop a molded toilet seat on top of the bucket if you’re feeling fancy, or—if you’re super fancy—you can drill a hole in your floor and dedicate a closet below for your oeuvre. This also makes a big impression on snoopy house guests.
In the trade, your oeuvre is referred to as “droppings,” and we can thank our friend Mr. Gravity for that. Otherwise we’d all be plucking things out and netting them in the air and herding them into a container, and that’s in the nicer households.
So. You want absorbable organic material nearby such as leaves or sawdust to cover your droppings, although you do not need to bury things with your forepaws like the neighbor’s cat. The neighbor’s cat might have an evolutionarily sound reason for covering her issue but she also flat-out gets a charge out of watching you dig it up again with your hands for your tomato holes, and that’s a fact. Cats are playful!
The benefits are legion. No longer is good drinking water used to flush everything away; your garden will thank you for it, and, of course, you will bask in the glory of a level of self-righteousness rarely matched in the modern world.
One caveat: you are not legally allowed to bag up your own composted poop and sell it on the open market. Which is a pity, because it’s clear that people will pay good money for things you couldn’t give away.
In some systems, an effort is made to employ a separate bucket for pee, which can benefit a garden immediately, but this is a recommendation made by premenopausal women and men. At my age, there is no separating #1 from #2. You’re going to get the full set, in no particular order. I would apologize right now to the techs at the Stool Sample lab, but obviously they’re not fussy people.
If the bucket is still too intimate, there are fine composting toilets available to purchase that fit right into the modern home environment. Your effluent will travel into a giant duffle bag in which solids decompose into mulch and biogas collects at the top, which is easily hooked into your existing cooking stove. You should be able to get a good hour of cooking time out of one day’s-worth of poop.
And don’t think that doesn’t put the sparkle into your dinner conversation.
Urine is the gold standard for nutrients like, for instance, phosphorus and urea (i.e. nitrogen). Unfortunately it’s also typically an (actual) chemistry set of pharmaceuticals. Water soluble and heading downstream to a delicate aquatic ecosystem near you. So close.
So I’m guessing it’s true even if I don’t take any pharmaceuticals–right?
Unfortunately, we are in the minority there, Murr. I don’t take any pharmaceuticals either. Anytime any sort of doctor asks me about any prescription drugs I may be taking, they do a double-take when I say “None.” Of course, it may be the way I phrase it: “I don’t take anything non-recreational.”
Dave always made that distinction between the recreational and non-recreational drugs. Not in favor of the latter.
Mitt,
You have made me realize that a bucket is missing from my earthquake stash… The Hayward Fault is but 1 mile away. (and ‘overdue’)…
Mitt? Were you trying to channel Mitt Romney? Or perhaps your typing finger slid over one key to the right. Or your autocorrect is just being supercilious. Which is why I disabled mine. Self-righteous auto-correct!
I hereby state for the record that I have not prepared for the earthquake at all, and ours is going to be way worse than yours, Syibi! I do have peanut butter but not where I’ll be able to find it when my house falls down.
A composting toilet. I’ll keep that in mind should I ever be lucky enough to own a house with a garden again.
Worse comes to worst, you can always grow one REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC plant in the bucket.
Potatoes. Love to dig potatoes.
Now I don’t want potatoes anymore.
My folks moved to the absolute tip of the Keweenaw peninsula jutting into Lake Superior, Michigan’s UP, in their late 50s and had a Swedish composting toilet the entire time, except for the first couple years when it was an outhouse where you had to bring the seat in and out and hang it on the hook in the front hall, lest the porcupine eat it (the seat) at night. Hence the clivus multrum was an upgrade. Most family visits were constipated affairs; I certainly never got comfortable enough to just hang out and read the news.
THEY HAD A CLIVUS MULTRUM! I think they can fix that with laparascopic surgery now.
Tried to start several conversations about the proper pooping position. Seemed like a good choice as the people in the chat grouping were my age or older. But too fastidious apparently. Not that I employ the proper position typically (squatting) but as I occasionally emulate the bear, I do find that evacuating is accomplished so much more easily.
*Wrinkles brows in puzzlement* By “emulating the bear”, does that mean a specific position for pooping properly, or do you just go off and shit in the woods? Enquiring minds want to know!
I had a friend who discovered that in the woods, and thereafter squatted with his feet on the toilet seat, WHICH in fact was what he was doing when I first met him. Ah, the hippie days.
My balance isn’t nearly good enough for that anymore. Every time I rise from a crouched position or relax onto the sofa, I intone “Oooff.” One of may parrots has learned to say that, and at the proper moment. It’s humbling.
12 nay 13 hours later and enquiring minds are still wondering when Bruce is going to come back and explain what ’emulating a bear’ means. Now I’ll never sleep again.
Sounds like a euphemism, don’t it?
For those interested learning about a somewhat larger-scale project, Kailash Ecovillage in SE Portland is a community that has an active humanure permit from the City Portland. It is an amazing example of successful urban eco-living – solar power, well-water to supplement an amazing rainwater capture system, complete with water-activates sculpture, composting of all sorts, and large community, as well as individual, gardens. For someone interested in all that, their website can provide an hours-long rabbit hole to explore. In addition to all the self-sufficiency projects, it provides affordable rental housing. It’s not a condo-project. https://www.kailashecovillage.org/
Wow, I don’t know that one. We have a few newly constructed communities up here in NE but that actually uses an old apartment building! Excellent.
So late to the party since the -22F temps over the weekend left me wondering about the wonders of incoming and outgoing water. It’s against the laws of nature here in winter. I always keep a bucket handy, just in case.
I have a bathroom bucket ready too, ever since the Bad Lettuce Episode of 2015.
We recently replaced our toilet seat… and the old one is currently by the garbage cans,,awaiting “dump day.” Maybe I should keep it… just in case…? We have buckets!
YES! You should keep the seat! I would if I had one. As it is I am counting on my quadriceps come the earthquake.