We recently moved into a new house. It's our fifth house in 11 years of marriage, not because of job transfers but because we're gypsies. Anyway, we've got this moving thing down, and one thing that inevitably comes toward the end of a move it trash. Lots and lots of trash. Like villages of trash.
You know how sometimes as a human you have moments where you realize what you're doing is weird? You wonder what God thinks about your behavior or what you would think if you visited another planet and saw someone doing what you're doing. Just me? Okay, then. Well, taking the trash out the other day was just such a moment.
So in my part of the world - that is, suburban Texas - we have trash service. So that means you consume a bunch of stuff and then leave the unwanted parts in a pile for someone else to pick up. Lions do this, too - but their refuse biodegrades or gets eaten by scavengers. We humans have created a bunch of products which don't biodegrade (I hear my Dad saying "styrofoam!"). Either that or they will biodegrade but we don't want to sit around and watch them rot. We want them to go elsewhere, now.