This morning I noticed a cigarette butt on my back porch in front of the barbecue. Then I noticed a couple more - four in total. First I imagined a shady interloper huddled against our back porch door, smoking and plotting a forced entry.
But no, I checked the sidewalk below that runs between our house and the neighbour's: more butts - and more butts at the bottom of thier stairs.
This, coupled with my observation that the guy next door stands at the top of his stairs to smoke has let me to conclude that he's engaged in some kind of game to see how far he can launch his trashy little tidbutts.
Why do I feel like he's flicking them at me personally? Something must be done.
In happier news, here is a preview of the greens I hope to enjoy on my plate this year:
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