THIS WAS A VERY BIG NIGHT! I FOUND A BULLET!

 

This was a very big night.  I started at Wilbeth & Arlington, in the pizza place parking lot.  It didn't look bad driving by, so I haven't been there for a while.  I usually clean this corner every week.

Well, it was a mess tonight.  Most likely because it was windy.  The pizza employees hand over the pizza boxes and plop a stack of napkins on the box.  The person walks out the door and the napkins fly all over the place.  

There needs to be a better way to do that, maybe hand the napkins to people? Think?

I got that corner all cleaned up and crossed Palmetto.  There's a big dumpster there, and I was working on the parking lot when I watched this full grown man walk across the parking lot to the dumpster and throw his trash in.  I was so impressed.

However, baskets must not be his thing, because he missed.  And he just walked away!  I couldn't believe it.  There was a crumpled up paper and a straw wrapper, and he just left it there.  I guess he thought I'd pick it up.  Seems like he could have handed it to me.

Beside the dumpster I found all this trash!  Good grief!  Right beside the dumpster?  Whoever is putting it there is a bit confused.  

I continued down Arlington, and I found a bullet!  I never found a bullet before.  I put it in my zippered pouch where I keep nails and screws until I get home.

After I finished all that, I headed west on Wilbeth Road.  The people in this neighborhood seemed really happy to see me.  Four people thanked me and said they see me all over.

When I got to Sylvan and Wilbeth, I saw accident debris.  Another lamp post luring a car in. 

This area looked clean driving by, but it was not!  I was out 3 1/2 hours and picked up 3,228 pieces of trash tonight.  That's a very big night.

There used to be a car repair shop here, but I guess it went out of business.  The grass is a mess, and there was lots of trash.

If you look down by the telephone pole, you will see it's very clean.  While I was picking up trash here, there was a boy on a segway with a broom.  He was cleaning like crazy!  I was hoping to get a picture of him, but he was gone by the time I got there.

I'm pretty sure he did that for me.  He saw me coming.  I wish I could have thanked him for helping.

So when I got home, I took the bullet out of my pouch.  I didn't know how to dispose of it, so I googled it and here's what I read:

"Don't touch it!  Call the police!"

Seriously?  I really screwed that up.  I touched it when I got home.  

I called 911, and the police came right out to my house.  I told them where I found it.  They said it was an old bullet.  New ones are shiny.  And they told me I did the right thing.

One officer put on disposable gloves and put it in an evidence bag.

Big night.