Dumpster Diver

the past few weeks John has started to collect something that he says is  "very special to his heart".  i wouldn't mind if it was something like rocks from outside, sticks, or dead bugs for that matter but he wants to keep every piece of trash that he comes in contact with.  i tell him that he doesn't need to keep trash because eventually it will cause ants to come into the house or clutter will over take the house/ his room.    every night after he goes to bed i check his pant pockets to find a wad of trash that has been collected through out the day.  gum wrappers, string cheese plastic, fruit cup tops, tissues,  straw wrappers. whatever he can get his hands on.  

last thursday night dan was looking for something and moved the couch to look behind it.  to his shock there was a mound of trash stashed behind the couch.  an empty bottle of dishwasher soap, banana peels, plastic bag, paper,  junk mail.  all these things had been thrown into the trash by me trough out the week.  John had been Dumpster Diving collecting his favorite trash finds.  i wish that i had taken a picture.  but i am probable sure i will be able to get another one here pretty soon.