Be part of the cleanup crew

They were still there. From my second-story window, I could see the familiar smattering of fast food bags, plastic bottles, and other junk that had accumulated on the outskirts of the woods across from my house, near the road. I’d wondered if someone would pick them up. Nobody had.

Armed with a garbage bag and gloves, I was able to clean things up pretty quickly. For the next few weeks, I watched, expecting the litter to come back. Nothing. The woods remained clean.

Was it just a coincidence? I didn’t think so. It occurred to me that when people saw the litter, they felt like they could add to it. But when they saw the woods without a bunch of ugly trash, they didn’t feel impelled to open their car window and chuck something out.

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