Trash cans take on a whole new meaning when...

I had no real appreciation for just how bad something could smell until I had a small child in the house. I now have a child in diapers in my house. My trash can smells worse than a port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez. I pity the fool that wants to try identity theft on me and go "dumpster diving." Uugggghhhh