When I finished drinking my 32 ounces of Dr. Pepper (hey...he is a doctor, for crying out loud!), I threw my cup into the grass. Now hold on...please stop judging me. I was not throwing it into the grass to litter. I am not a litterbug. I threw it on the ground simply because sometimes it's windy outside, and the wind has a tendency to want to blow my trash into the fountain. And that, my friends, would be littering by default. So I threw it on the ground so I could pick it up when I was done reading and throw it away.
When I was done reading I put my headphones in and picked some awesome music to listen to on the walk to work. Then I...yep, you guessed it...reached down to pick up the cup so I could throw it away...only to find a swarm of ants crawling around inside of it. My brain went into overdrive. This had never happened before! Before I even knew what I was doing, I threw my hands into the air and sent the cup [and my headphones and my ipod] flying. It took me a second to figure out what had happened. I looked down at the cup, headphones, and ipod lying in the grass and began to laugh. Finally I picked up my ipod, lest any ants should try to infiltrate it as well, and stared longingly at the cup. I wanted to throw it away, I really did. But in the end, I just couldn't get myself to pick up the millions of insects crawling around inside it. So I just left it there.
I am a litterbug.
I can only pray that Mother Nature [and the poor groundskeeper who has to pick up the cup] will forgive me.
Walking to work, I kept picturing myself throwing my hands into the air and sending projectiles flying. This resulted in my laughing a good deal during my walk. Which made me laugh even harder, because I kept getting really weird stares for laughing so spontaneously...by myself.
Oh, self. What am I going to do with you?