The Litterbug Chronicles by Melodie Yvonne Ramey
I have lived in my house just a smidge under a decade now, and I would have to say there are multiple pros and cons of having a corner lot. The corner lot is often the most coveted spot on the residential map for its easy to find location. Having half as many neighbors is also a homeowner’s dream. The undesirable aspects can sometimes be a little unnerving, however, and almost not worth the benefits. It seems that having the corner lot means that people think they are entitled to put signs in your yard, turn around in your driveway, and clean out their cars while driving by. The latter of the three things I find to be the most disgusting of the offenses. It’s easy to move a sign, and I have long grown accustomed to the fact that I don’t really have company, but seeing all the litter… Well, let’s just say at time it’s hard for me to have a lot of hope for humanity.
Day in and out I walk through my yard picking up burger wrappers and cigarette packs. I clean up other people’s dog poo, and I know exactly how many drinks that drunk driver had before he crashed a mile away. I clean all of this up, and I can’t help but wonder why. I have gotten in many arguments in the past about whether it’s worse to litter or not recycle, and I’d tar and feather the litterbug every time. I could sit all day and spout facts and figures to show why it’s wrong to litter. I could quote Shel Silverstein to emphasize my point even more with the horrors that occurred to Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout. I just can’t believe in my heart that I’m the only person that watched Idiocracy, and got the lesson. We are destroying our own planet, and although every single one of us knows this deep inside, we still can’t find the ability to clean our cars out by a trash can!
It’s easy to chuck a cigarette butt or ketchup packet out the window, and think, “It’s only a tiny piece of trash. What harm will that do?’ The harm is in the big picture. Never underestimate stupid people in large groups. Just think about the Nazis, the KKK, and/or upper management. What if they were all dropping a piece of trash everywhere they met, marched, or every time they walked by your work area respectively? How fast would you be drowning in leftover Burger King or Wiener schnitzel wrappers? I can tell you that if it’s at the same rate that my yard needs cleaned it would be pretty quickly.
People that know me well are aware that at times I can be a tad bit on the preachy and judgmental side. I mean I don’t feel it’s polite to talk religion and politics in public, but by God I’ll carry on about anti-littering and the like all day. Maybe people are sick of my voice. I admit I can be kinda loud. Maybe I talk too much, and it’s starting to sound like I’m crying wolf. Either way I don’t feel like this is the time to be silent. I feel like it’s time for a change in message delivery. Everyone knows a picture is worth a thousand words. What I have to say about litterbugs would take more than a million words, so I decided to speak with my camera. I’m going to start chronicling my yard clean up. Who knows, maybe later I’ll branch out. I know a lot of you out there are with me. For those of you that already understand my plea, I apologize for making you look at trash. My hope is that these photos will open some eyes. This is my yard, but it could just as easily be yours, and it pales in comparison to the trash I’ve seen thrown out in the country. I’ve seen so much of it that now I pick up trash everywhere I go. I don’t want my world to look like my yard on a Sunday morning. I hope after seeing some of these photos that no one else will either.
Without further ado I bring to you The Litterbug Chronicles…
Really? You couldn’t even offer to share the Oreos?
Well, I hope these photos have been at least a little bit enlightening. Next time you’re stuck in the car, and feel like you just really need to clean it out better think twice. Of course, everyone should care about the planet, but also try to remember the poor person that has to clean up after you, and if that doesn’t get to you then think about me. Think about the fact that one day somebody like me is gonna bust out somebody like you, and nowadays word spreads fast.
So now it’s time for my final words. I’ll leave you today with the wise adage of one of my favorite childhood icons, Woodsy Owl…
“Give a Hoot! Don’t Pollute!!!”
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