As I drove home in the gathering darkness just after dusk, I was startled by what appeared to be some kind of monster running toward the road. Too tall to be a dog or other animal, it was upright like a person cloaked in a long hooded cape, with bony hands reaching out to grab unsuspecting motorists. The shiny look it had should have given its identity away.
When my headlights caught it, the mystery was revealed. It was a big, raggedy piece of plastic caught on a roadside bush. A monster of a kind, after all. A manmade blight all too common. Litter. Trash.
Why can’t we do better at taking care of our environment?