Maybe You Don't Want to Visit pt.2

Have I mentioned that a major stress in my life right now is throwing things away? Seriously, it’s a big problem. We have five garbage containers in our kitchen!
So, as far as I can tell, it happens this way: compost-type things, like orange peels, go in a little brown container, which has specific bio-degradable bags that you have to buy. Empty plastic containers, like candy bar wrappers and yogurt cups, go in a big yellow bag. Paper goes somewhere, I’m not really sure where, and everything else goes in a little section of a big, white garbage can. I think paper must go in the big section of that can, but no one ever throws paper away in my house, apparently. Okay, this is great, yes, very eco-friendly. The problem is, there are things that are confusing, like toothpaste tubes (Plastic? Waste?) and paper towels (Paper? Waste? Bio?) and, well, just about everything I want to throw away, really. What about the lids of yogurt containers? It’s a mystery.
To keep from annoying my roommates with incessant questions about the garbage (I think they already hurry away to their rooms when they see me looking like I’m about to throw something away), I have a tiny secret garbage can upstairs in my room, where I put things I don’t know what to do with. I know, I know, someday it will be full; I’ve got that covered. My plan is to sneak out late one night and slip it into one of the twenty garbage cans outside our house under the cover of darkness. Stealth disposer. Hopefully they won’t kick me out of Germany.