In my Ouch essay I talked about how much I hate littering, so when marching over to a park worker picking up piles of junk to commiserate, it came as no surprise.
What did was what he told me.
“I can’t believe how anyone can throw this much garbage on the ground, especially when there’s a trashcan right here,” I said indignantly.
“What’s so funny? Look, you’re the one picking it up.”
“I’m laughin cause people didn’t do this, it was the coons.”
“Coons, as in raccoons?”
“Yeah, every night all through the park. You should see what they do to the big dumpsters. If they could they’d turn-em upside down.”
Now it was my turn to laugh.
“Have you ever caught them in the act?”
“Yeah, but it’s best not to interfere. They’ve been known to throw things and even come at you, specially if it’s a mother with babies.”
“So they climb in and stuff comes flying out?”
“More or less. They want food so they dig till they find it. It’s kinda like lookin for somethin in the back of the closet.”
After just hunting for one of my blue Keds I knew just what he meant.