When traveling in a new place, even the most ordinary of things can become fascinating. While most people spending time in Newfoundland can’t take their eyes off the rugged coastline, beautiful mountains, or charming villages, we can’t stop staring at trash bins.
Thankfully, the mass-produced plastic trash can that thrives on the mainland is not yet an invasive species here. The trash bins here are sturdy and wooden, and more often than not they have some unique touch that sets them apart from their immediate neighbors. Though it’s somewhat embarrassing to say, we have spent more time studying the many subspecies of Refuse newfoundland than we have most of the animals and plants we’ve come across.
At least we can take comfort in the fact that we are not alone. We’ve found at least one other blog (Holes in My Shoes) that shares our fascination with sanitation, but it seems like this hobby can be hazardous to a blog’s health as it has not been updated in several years. Don’t worry about us, though. We always keep a safe distance from the trash bins we study and carry a back-up bottle of hand sanitizer.
In the end, we can only wonder if our car stereo, chock full of Sesame Street songs, is to blame. By the 20th time listening to Oscar the Grouch croon about how much he loves trash, the message is bound to rub off on you. If you decide to sing along with Oscar below, don’t say we didn’t warn you.