Today I emptied my compost trash can onto an old shower curtain liner. You should have seen all the bugs that skittered out of it. My bug averse, chicken-livered, non-gardening friends would have bolted for the front gate or fainted dead away.
A little more than half of it was not ready for use. Those pink eye purple hull vines, in particular, stubbornly cling to existence. I did my best to layer browns, greens and the bag of frozen stuff. The leaves I was trying to layer got mixed in this pile but isn’t this some great looking new soil? I would estimate there was a bucket and a half that went on the garden.