My neighbors keep their trash outside of their garage, which usually causes issues because when the wind blows their trash sometimes gets in my yard. I have never had a huge issue with this before. Once, I found a milk jug while taking the recycling out the night before, so I just put it in my bin. Another time, there was a cup from McDonald's. No big issue, really.
Last night, I noticed there was a small trash bag spilled all over my lawn. It was 12:30 at night and very dark and I was not in the mood to really pick up someone else's trash, so I moved a few paper towels out of my way and figured I'd talk to them or deal with it in the morning.
So, flash forward to 7:30 this morning, as I'm getting in my car to head over to school for my 8:00 British Literature class. Upon closer inspection, I see a few toilet paper rolls (gross), what appeared to be moist naps with, what I sincerely hoped wasn't, dried blood on them, (vom), and, the cherry on top of a foul, foul mess that certified my fears with the moist naps, tampon applicators.
WHAT THE HELL?
The slew of verbiage that fell out of my mouth from that moment the entire mile to school cannot be repeated on network television. Showtime and HBO might have even had issues re-airing my absolute disgust with the wadded up bits of personal care items intertwined inside my bushes.
There is no way in hell I am cleaning it up, and my neighbors conveniently left without noticing their used menstrual wet naps and applicators all over my beautiful lawn.
Why? Why? What possesses someone, in the age of blood-borne illnesses, that leaving your bloody (not in the British way) garbage in someone's lawn is OKAY?!
