Chamber Pot Hunt!


I’ve been thinking a lot about toilets!  You know the point when you’re researching something and you suddenly hit some sort of critical mass and your gut lurches and you realize that you have way too much information?  Well that is where I am at. How can a simple woman like me cope with so much overwhelming options for disposing of our #$%^?


It is critical that I lower my footprint on the earth which means I basically have two options for my poop.  I can compost it indoors right in the selected privy, or I can pull a humanure bucket from our commode twice a week and then plop it onto our designated compost pile strictly kept for this purpose.  Problem!


The thing about this latter option is that in Canada where we live, it is sub-zero for like 10 months of the year, ok well 9 and half months.  This last year, it’s been 12 horrific months of near igloo preserving weather which will mean that our dormant matter of the fecal variety will literally freeze in clumps of ice-cube blocks of defecating wonder.  What happens when it thaws after months of minus 20 centigrade? Can you see what I’m dealing with? Egads!


So if it takes a full year for people who live in normal climates to be able to use their black earth humanure compost around their fruit trees (never in a vegetable garden for obvious reasons) with great verve and joy, am I going to be sticking a pitch fork into an poopy icebergs?  If so, this is not ideal.  Also, they never mention where the pee ends up?  Are they peeing off the side of their decks?  Yes, I know uric acid is not harmful to the environment, but it is harmful for my too-kus to be exposed in minus 30 degree weather in the middle of the night.  Perhaps they’re using the chamber pots as illustrated above.  I also love how the humanure folks on the Youtube vids always stick their foot-long thermometer down into the steaming mass and sigh with great jubilation during the summertime filming.  I fear never realizing this perfect moment of bliss.


So that leaves the pot de chambre right on board with pee tube exiting the million dollar toilet and the hiney waste being broken down right on board in the unit.  Now, everyone who sells these $2,000 privies will tell you that there never ever is the slightest odor de peu in the toilette. However, I’m pretty darn skeptical and terrified to be trapped with my own waste in my beautiful tiny home with few options available to me other than 500 sticks of pine forest incense lit at once and a sheepish look when company comes to call.

One option from a tiny house dweller that I’ve grown to trust went through 2 other composting toilets until she found this pricey model made in Sweden, however, you still have to dispose of the waste once every 3 weeks?!!! I’m not sure how that tiny bag does not adequately fill to the brim more often than that!  Sadly, she does not describe where this wee bag end up.  Perhaps she buries it in the back yard for the dog to dig up later?!!! Help