When I was a kid, probably around 12 or so, my mom had me take a plastic container of leftovers out to the compost heap. The gate to the heap was rarely operated, so putting things in it involved either pushing them through the wide gaps in the wood slats of the top half or throwing them over the top. I think at that time the gate may have rusted nearly shut - I'm fairly sure I couldn't get it open for some reason or another. I deeply regretted that when I got down there and cracked the lid to the container.
Do you know what cooked cabbage smells like after it has first sat in a refrigerator for weeks, until someone noticed it was becoming a science experiment, and removed it to the counter to be taken to the compost heap the next day, only to forget about it for at least a few days?
Unfortunately, I do...I had to throw away the shoes and clothes I was wearing, because when I tossed the container over the top of the compost heap (I informed my mother that she didn't want it back in the house) the juice from the rotted cabbage got all over me.