This one, on the front porch:
I was also left with the problem of what to do with all that junk. Most of it was too big to fit in a trashcan, so renting a dumpster seemed like a good idea--that is, until I found out the trash company charges $220 for a small dumpster. That was about twice what I'd budgeted for debris removal, and y'all know how cheap I am. After about a week of pondering various options, I learned that a town 45 minutes away has a landfill that allows non-residents to dump there, so a friend with muscles and a truck and trailer came over and we hauled all that junk to the landfill. It was 93 that day with 80% humidity and strong winds. Standing on the back of the truck throwing stuff into a big dumpster felt like being in the hubs of Hell. I don't think I've ever been more hot, filthy, and tired.
That is, if it ever stops raining.