Trashed Again

O.K. What's the deal here? Why, I ask? I find my yard has been on the receiving end of someone's lack of environmental consciousness. I've been hit in another trash drive-by occurence. Gross, the thought of picking it up again displeases me. I can't stand to see it just laying there. I'm at war within myself. I should pick it up. Ah, but I don't want to touch it. I think, I will get it next time I walk by. What kind of person would continue to throw their trash out each time they drive through here? The evidence leads me to believe it's a repeat offender. It is often the same thing. Who is this person? What goes on in their head as they commit such acts? Do I know them? I dislike the detraction from natural beauty that littering brings. What if I covertly hide in the bushes, waiting for the right moment to throw the dirty, spit bottle back at the culprit, in hopes it would hit them in the head knocking some sense into them. What a crazy thought! I don't know who it is. And, I'm not willing to invest the time to find out. Who doesn't want to contribute to keeping this place beautiful. They mustn't care. Because if they did, they would never throw their trash out so carelessly, so thoughtlessly, in the first place. I wonder, what type of up-bringing would lead to such behavior? Isn't everyone told not to litter? Where's the blip in their socializing? For now, I let it lay. But as I do, day by day, its presence bothers me. I finally found solace in the snow as it gently covered the litter site; only to be reminded of it once again as the sun melted away its veil. It seems, as I leave it lay, no more trash is thrown. This has been going on for years. The past says, once I pick it up another piece will appear. Is this coincidence, some sort of test?