Day one of 365 days of trash got off to an inauspicious start. After hoofing it down to the end of the road to pick up a chip bag we noticed on our way to Woods Hole this morning we found the bag gone.
“Maybe someone else who made a New Year’s Resolution to pick up at least one piece of litter every day for the whole year already picked it up,” I said.
We walked home scanning our road to avoid the necessity of driving to Old Silver to look for trash and I realized that trash is harder to find when there’s snow on the ground.
Happily there was a plastic milk jug lid in our driveway.
Does stuff that we probably dropped ourselves count?