With the end of our winter season approaching, the need for me to move all my stuff out of my three rooms and my hallway has become dire. The favoured method used to implement this cull of wasted space is to simply find the nearest trashcan and fill it. However, after about 80 minutes of procrastination (two episodes of Breaking Bad), I managed to find myself staring down the shallow barrels of no less than three different trashcans, which like some sort of trio of wild poisonous animals each exhibit different colours as a warning to approaching predators. As most staff should know by now, these colours are no aposematic display*, they are in fact the first step in a simple labeling system designed to insure you feed these trash cans in accordance to their very specific dietary needs.
So to burn a few more hours before having to remediate my winter living space, I decided to visit one of our resident plumbers for a tour of the station incinerator to better understand why we need to abide by our waste management plan.
* being conspicuous and serving to warn, e.g. aposematic coloration in butterflies (Yes, I had to look it up. Ed.)