I never thought the human female would go through with her grand plan of picking up trash on her early morning walks. But actually, she has been out twice already.
I can’t let her feel too smug, though, so even though it means arising far earlier than I’d like to, I have taken to accompanying her.
On her first jaunt around the block, I saw to it that everything was wet and muddy from rain and dew (wet tissues are especially resistant to Mr. Pointy) and that she was bitten by two mosquitoes. The haul included numerous cans, bottles, bits of paper, three socks (none matching) and a very large piece of under-siding house wrap.
It is interesting to note that, since she begins her perambulations before dawn, she is looking for things that show up white or shiny under streetlights, headlights, and the stars. That gets her paper, cans, styrofoam, and glass. She is also zeroing in on a lot of shiny leaves and light-colored rocks, which slows her down enormously. Just think of the fun I will have when autumn arrives in earnest and half a million glossy-leaved, deciduous trees shuck off their raiment all at once!
Oh, and I’ve also figured out that a mower can turn a styrofoam cup (1 stab) into about a hundred little bits that just sink down into the grass when she tries to poke them. Mowed cans are even better, since they chop up into a passable substitute for razor-sharp shrapnel.
Today’s haul consisted of cigarette packages, foam cups, bottles, cans, bits of old tire, the box and instructions for a home pregnancy test (in two different places), a tea towel, and two pristine, white, empty trash bags.
Those last were from me. It’s in my interest to have her work to keep my domain clean, and I feel she should be encouraged to keep at it.
I am docking her several points though, because there were three of them and she lost one out of her pocket somewhere along the way. Litterbug.