i was getting sad and disgusted seeing all the trash around the swamp and mad that people are just consuming garbage and making trash so i grabbed a bag for mister's poop and then filled it with trash from the swamp, and after that i felt better. as we crossed back over spider bridge i felt a lightness in my step, and mister picked up on that and danced along with me. i thought we may never be free free of trash guns super-predators money corrupt politicians, but i recommend kids picking out a little parcel of ground in all the world to clean not to save the planet but to save your self, to feel good, to say to yourself i cleaned that, i don't own it, but that little spot, that parcel of ground looking clean, that sweet little spot, that baby swamp, that is mine.