Captain Plastic Planet and the Bread Wrappers of Doom

"Holy particle beam weapons."  Bodkins exclaimed, as he hung frosted inside the wheelwell
of the luxury 767 Stratocruiser.

Kid Koolit, was piloting the tear drop shaped hypersonic trash transport nearby.
7.73 seconds later, a plastic bleach jug  was sucked into the scramjet intake port.
The craft spun perilously out of control down to the acrid fields of smoke and fire below.
Bodkins could feel the sickening thud of the crash in his fine porciline bones.
He regurgetated the lime jello he had for breakfast all over the hydralic hoses of the landing gear.

Plastic Planet has been burning out of control for almost a decade now.
A munching mass of drug residue and plastic has combined with a mutant bacterial strain.
The giant size bacteria ate massive quantities of waste and excreted napalm as bodily waste.

Some trash heaps reported bacteria to be as large as a common house cat.
Possible solution to contain the strain was to encapsulate them in bread wrappers and
seal with a twist tie. The thing would then suffocate in its own waste before it could eat through the
wrapper. The question being, how to wrap several billion bacterium with limited bread wrappers?

Bodkins flight descended from altitude to land at the Nazga Plain in the Peruvian Andes.
Early aliens designed it to be trash exempt. His white extremities were paralysed. His
yellow-orange blood cells, full of dioxin residue and BHA from raunchy cold cereal,
were coagulated in his gut. He fell out of the wheelwell with a sickening thud onto the
tarmac. The air thin and cold. To him, it felt like he was in the company of Llamas and burnt
corn cakes.