who fucking litters. why do i ever see litter. who thinks that’s okay. who. who NEEDS to throw their fast food bag out the fucking window instead of waiting until they get somewhere with a trashcan. what kinda clown behavior. get fucked.
I have personally – more than once – witnessed someone standing three feet from a trash can, finish off their bottled water then chuck the empty bottle into the bushes.
The fury was overwhelming.
I live in the shadow of an amazing little mountain. It’s called Pen y
Gaer. Look it up. It looks out over the Conwy Valley. The views are
beautiful. It’s ringed by an iron age hill fort. The Romans reportedly
grew crops on the flat land just behind it. It is a peaceful, perfect
place.
This is what someone in my local village’s facebook group
found a few days ago when he went up there. I don’t know what words
there are for the kind of vile people who would bring all this up the
mountain and simply not bother to take it away.
It’s bad enough defacing the landscape, but next to my apartment, there’s a bunch of dumpsters and people throw stuff around them, like seriously feet away from them. And I can’t even say how many times people throw half eaten chicken bones on the ground.
I walk my dog there. A bunch of people walk their dogs there. And my dog smells the chicken bones long before I see them. And he snatches them up before I even know they’re there.
Chicken bones can kill dogs. They’re hollow and the shards can perforate a dog’s intestines and kill them.
Not to mention all the litter attracts roaches and rats. I have no tolerance for littering.
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