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We’re killing whales…

This story has bothered me for several months now.

Every time I think about taking a pass on my walk, I think about this unfortunate sperm whale. And the unfortunate whales that came before it. It prods me to put on my shoes, grab a bag and head out the door.

It didn't take long to find out what killed this whale - and other whales before it. We are the culprits.

It didn’t take long to find out what killed this whale – and other whales before it. We are the culprits. We are the killers.

The dead whale washed up in Spain. A necropsy found about 40 pounds of plastic in its gut. The man-made plastic sheeting and other floatable plastics had blocked its intestines, killing it in what had to be an excruciatingly painful, wretched death.

I don’t know if any of the plastic originated from my Sharon View to Colony to Fairview Road to Sharon Road loop in south Charlotte. But drainage from the watershed here leads inexplicably to the Atlantic. Plastic floats and if unchecked, can ultimately find its way to the sea.

And it’s not just whales that are victimized: sea turtles, birds and fish all are misled by this plastic smorgasbord.

To be honest, I had second thoughts about venturing out on Christmas morning. But every piece that ends up in my hands won't end up in the stomach of another creature.

To be honest, I had second thoughts about venturing out on Christmas morning. But every piece that ends up in my hands won’t end up in the stomach of another creature.

So it’s about 8:30 on Christmas morning. My walk in the 21F temperatures is done. The Harris Teeter bag is full of the things that could take the life of the earth’s largest remaining creatures. As I picked up what idiots tossed away, I thought again about these whales.

About Dave Bradley (259 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; one on 15 years of writing a weekly letter to my kids (plus other recipients), the other on my localized environmental responsibility. I'm a writer by trade and both endeavors are accepted practice for me. As for the letters, my adult children Ellen and Reid may have seen letters as corny at one point, but it's accepted practice for them, too, to find something in their mailbox other than bills and junk mail. Email and texting don't do a lot for me for a lot of different reasons. Snail mail has its place in the communicative world so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 'Pick Up Your Path' and the environment, I advocate what citizens can do themselves to take a direct hand in their neighborhood environment. But Pick Up Your Path is also a general environmental blog. It may be largely about litter and trash, but both of those are just one element of the total environmental picture.

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