Litter of spring

Spring is here, meaning the vines and weeds will soon grow next to our country roads and cover much of the litter that fills our ditches.

My teenage daughter was standing along the road near our house the other day when somebody drove by and tossed a plastic foam cup out the window. Why do some people think the rest of us want to pick up their trash?

Speaking of which, is it just me, or are there more long-neck beer bottles along our roads lately?

Back in 1990, my wife and I took a two-day driving tour of southern Ontario. In those two days, which included getting out of the car and walking for a while, we found one -- I repeat -- one piece of litter. It was a fast-food napkin.

Back to the present: People will stop along a road and empty an ashtray. Or drop off a car seat. Or a sofa. Really.

Last summer, one person found a secluded spot within a mile of my house and left two or more German shepherd-size dead dogs to rot. The buzzards may have enjoyed the feast, but no one else did.

Again, why do people do this?