My father was an IBMer [I’ve Been Moved]. In one of the moves my mom while unpacking found an entire box of carefully packed and moved contents of the kitchen wastebasket.
I have no idea what happened, so I don’t know whether to recommend groveling or letting it go. But Sue Ellen’s unaskedfor advice seems sensible. Don’t do anything stalkery!
I’ve never really understood children (even when I allegedly was one). I can’t see why that’s humiliating or something to live down. (don’t try to explain it) It’s perfectly clear to me that landing the barf in the waste basket was a total success on your part.
(Also, you were lucky to have a good teacher and not a Rules First autocrat.)
If you just want to empty it before they go off, maybe you could scatter them very widely around. Birds could eat them without getting very close together. [After Red Bird finishes with them of course— :).]
The Magnificent Lord of the … chair. :)