I hate it when I see people litter. Now, I'm not sayin' that because I'm little miss neat freak - cuz I'm not. I'm just sayin' You'll never see me throw a styrofoam coffee cup out the window as I'm drivin' down the street.
Now, I wasn't always like that.
My dad caught me once rolling down the window popping out a lifesaver's wrapper.
"Don't do that!!!" My dad was horrified.
"So - it's only little pieces of paper..."
"You don't know what kind of bird will choke on that." He was looking at me in the rearview mirror. "And did you know that when you die - God makes you go back out to the world and pick up all your litter?"
"Really? Just like how we have to pick up our toys?"
"Yup. He has a list - and guess what? Every little piece of paper you dropped must be picked up - before you ever enter heaven."
"Whoooaaaa." I was quiet for the rest of the trip - sort of panicking about all the paper I had left behind in cars my whole entire life of five years!
So,it's kind of a religous thing with me. My dad probably made up a story to get me to stop being a litterbug - but there's probably some sort of universal truth in taking care of the earth since it's a pretty awesome thing and all.