The Last Straw

I forgot to take out the garbage today. You know what that means–a whole week of angsting about creating new garbage, which is probably a good thing to worry about. M just told me the other day to stop using plastic straws. They are the worst garbage on the planet and mess with sea life. I’m terrible, but I keep imagining seals with straws stuck up their noses as a joke with each other. “Look, Ma!” a teenage seal might squeak, and his mother would tell him to stop it, maybe box his ears with her flipper. It’s no laughing matter, trash in the sea, so I feel bad imagining that seal scenario. But it’s there. At least it reminds me how much I love seals and everything else in the ocean, except for jellyfish. I even love Great White sharks. They look so friendly–but in a terrifying, awesome way. I want them all to live and be happy (except for jellyfish, although someone will surely tell me they’re essential on the food chain). So I’m done with straws. Count me out.

Chalk this random musing up to my forgetting the garbage. My life goes slightly awry when that happens, but it’s all good….