Not quite a today I fucked up, however the impact of it was today. So, I have smoked weed a while but never really at my house as my dad is quite strict and doesn't like it. So I've always gone on walks to smoke to avoid getting any in the house, no problem. A few weeks ago however I decided to risk it and cut an apple into an apple pipe. Towel under the door, fan on. I began smoking. Hours went by and I didn't hear anything, so I presumed I was good. I started to smoke more regularly, and did everything to avoid detection.. I carried on with the method above and was very careful about it. But, I was using an apple pipe, and they only last temporarily. So I was having to cut new ones each day. I made comments at home like "hey mum I've been eating a lot of apples lately any chance you could grab some more next time you go shopping"? I feel guilty for this. But yeah, about 3 weeks later I had gone through probably over 15 apples and chucked 'em out the window. Here's the fuck up. I was too lazy to dispose of the apples properly. Don't worry, it's not like over TIFUs, I haven't jizzed into the apple holes over a period of month and don't keep them under my pillow. I was just chucking them into my garden, I honestly believed it took like 3 days for apples to turn to compost. The grass in my garden was quite long though, so it did keep them covered enough for a small pile to build. My family rarely use the garden this time of year, so I thought I was good. However my dad decided it was finally time to sort the long grass out. While he's doing it he finds multiple apples with 2 holes and burn marks. His dad senses kick in and he comes storming into my room. As he's coming in Ive just taken another toke. I just stared in shock as smoke slowly released from my mouth.

tl;dr Compost is length process, apparently.