We paid a brief visit to Charlottesville, Va., recently. One thing we noted in our meandering around the countryside was how well kept everything seemed. I’m not talking about houses or buildings so much as the countryside itself.
We theorized that spring later arrival in that latitude meant that there had been less time for weeds to grow. Perhaps, we thought, the vegetation is different and grows less rampantly.
It wasn’t until after we were back home and taking a long walk that another difference came to mind: litter. (Caution: this is a purely anecdotal observation. We did not walk as much as we do at home, and perhaps the places where we did walk were particularly neat.
Nonetheless, when we set out for a walk the other day, we saw the evidence of spring in our little corner of the world. When the water rises and the weather warms up, the litter along Old Susanna Road grows more quickly than the weeds.
I’d like to blame the boaters who use the boat ramp near the end of the road, and I’m sure they are responsible for a good bit of it. But they are not alone in using the roadside as a garbage can. Since the road deadends into the lake, and since there is litter along side roads leading off Old Susanna, it seems safe to assume that residents and service people contribute.
The plastic bottles and aluminum cans are bad enough, but most infuriating are the cigarette butts.
I’m a former smoker, but I am not one to lecture folks about their own smoking. I do, however, find it infuriating that smokers use the roadsides as their ashtray.
On our stroll, we came across a mound of cigarette butts. Someone had obviously stopped his or her car and emptied the ashtray. From the size of the mound, the ashtray must have been so full that it was in danger of creating a fire. Just around the corner, there was a line of cigarette butts, as if someone had just rolled down the window and emptied the ashtray while the car was moving.
It’s not just that the cigarette butts are ugly; they’re downright dangerous.
Consider this: Since 1998, approximately 470 billion cigarettes have been consumed in the United States. Ninety-seven percent of those cigarettes had filters.
I don’t know how many wind up along the roadside, but each cigarette butt is a miniature hazardous waste dump. The tobacco clinging to the butt is dangerous enough; tobacco is, after all, a member of the nightshade family. And the filter, which can take up to 15 years to disintegrate is a toxic chemical warehouse: arsenic, acetone, ammonia, benzene, cadmium, formaldehyde, lead and toluene.
When rain falls on those cigarettes, the chemicals are leached out and eventually find their way into the water.
A single cigarette butt seems so small, but think of billions and billions of them being flicked out of a car window or ground out on the sidewalk or parking lot.
The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration estimates that cigarette debris is responsible for killing at least one million sea birds and 100,000 mammals annually.
An article on the Discover web site reports: Even with a small amount of unburnt tobacco clinging to it, a single cigarette butt soaked for a day is enough to turn a liter of water a sickly yellow brown and kill 50 percent of fish swimming in it. Without tobacco, it takes about four smoked filters to do the same job.
There are many liters of water in a stream or a lake or an ocean. But there are billions of cigarette butts lying around, too.
I really don’t care if people choose to smoke, but if they can’t refrain from discarding their butts so carelessly, I’m beginning to think there ought to be a deposit on cigarettes to pay for cleaning up after them.
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