I had some chicken bones left from dinner. I could have tossed them in my trash basket, but then the Rolling Steel Tent would have smelled like chicken all night. Then I thought, "What if I toss them somewhere outside? A coyote might like them. Or at least microorganisms would break them down over time. Ah, the great cycle of life." If they were still there by the time I wanted to break camp, I'd dispose of them in the usual way.
So I dropped the bones at the base of a bush about twenty yards away. They were gone this morning. Some critter(s) got an early Thanksgiving.