Dumping Ground
A short walk from my house is where old couches, mattresses and cars go to die. Narrow dirt trails wind all through the hills. People drive up them and get rid of what they no longer want. Dead bodies are occasionally found also, but none by me, so far.
When I want to get rid of something too big to throw in the trash, I either break it up to fit in the cans or hire someone to haul it away. I guess other people just dump it where ever. It doesn't make for an enjoyable walk to see otherwise pristine land used as a dump.
The worst thing I ever found were fish heads, hundreds of them, with names stapled to their heads. I guess that will remain one of life's mysteries.
Written by Melissa on 1:32 PM
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Few animals will defecate in their own nest. Unfortunately, humans seem to be unique in that arena. It's sickening what slobs some folks are.
Sounds like the local authorities ought to set up a watch.
That's just horrible. I think part of the problem is that Goodwill is getting really picky about the furniture they will take. We tried to donate a couch once and they wouldn't take it because there was a stain on the bottom of one of the couch cushions.
Bulldog, I assume that the people doing the dumping don't have to look at what they did. It would be nice if the authorities could do something, but the area is so widespread.
Connie, you're right about Goodwill. They are incredibly picky. I've had my stuff rejected also.
That's quite a collection of couches. At least they provide comfy seating while shooting Hondas.
Alan, good point. The coyotes and other critters also probably like having a nice soft spot to sleep too.
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