You know...in the Bible. He begat him. Then he begat him and him. Etc.
Well, my non-Biblical version is "Trash begat trash"! This is what I picked up beside the road when I went down to the mailbox today: Notice the Marlboro box? I've been picking those up since moving here in 2004. One time, he (I'm assuming it's a 'he' but it could be a 'she') threw away the wrong box. I picked it up and squeezed only to realize it wasn't empty. Snickering because he/she/it threw away a box nearly full of cigarettes, was I ever wide-eyed when I saw the contents. Pot! Yeppers... marygeewana! I wanted to call the Sheriff's office. Sam said that they'd never find out who it belonged to and told me to just toss it.
I am on a mission. As we visit with neighbors, I look to see if they smoke, and if so, what brand and type package. I'm thinking about having a block party...only my block covers miles and miles of county roads. I WILL find the culprit one of these days.