Two weeks observing the compost pile with 1-6 graders. We witnessed a gecko stalk and kill a fly, eyelash-sized baby scorpions, a day care center of infant centipedes, hawks flying overhead, ants swarm and carry off a damselfly, irredecent green and turquoise jewel wasps that visted at the same time every day, endless cockroaches, gnats, earwigs, rolly polly bugs, soldier flies, not to mention the work of billions of microscopic bacteria and fungus turning waste to soil. When asked what the children learned from observing, poking around in, and drawing bugs they saw in the compost, answers ranged from "I learned that every bug has a special job" to "It looks like recycling in nature." Children made the connection that if the rubbish wasn't in the compost, it would be in the landfill and less likely to be eaten by a jungle of healthy insects. My favorite comment came from a first grader: "In the compost, it's either eat or be eaten."
Krista Joan says:
My mission is to teach, train, and testify in resistance to the white supremacy of my ancestors. My personal choices are political, powerful, and practical. Let's trash waste.