Do chicken bones count as littering?
3 Nov
I’m not sure if it’s just me, but ever since moving to Atlanta, I’ve noticed a trend amongst sidewalk litter. It’s not the obvious fast food wrappers or even beer/malt liquor bottles and cans. It’s chicken bones. Sometimes they are the larger ones from fried chicken, and just as often, they are the little ones from chicken wings. Either way, it’s really gross.
I used to see them the most when parking to go to work in Midtown. They are all over the place by that parking lot between Spring Street and West Peachtree. Looking at those bones all stripped clean, I can’t help but think of both Poltergeist and Gremlins. I can’t figure out which association is more appealing.
The main problem I have with them is not the icky way they look, or that distinct crunch they make if you step on one before seeing it, but the fact that my dog sees them way before I do, and then I end up trying to pry it from her mouth without actually touching it. This happened when we lived in Candler Park, and now in Lake Claire it’s the same story. Dekalb Avenue is a veritable gold mine of chicken bones, as apparently passing motorists toss them from their windows. This leads me to wonder how one could be eating wings and driving. That seems to be a particularly and unnecessarily messy enterprise.
Please stop throwing chicken bones. Please.
Tags: chicken bones, dekalb avenue, dogs
I hope you find a giant turkey leg bone someday so you will know there is an ogre living nearby.
that distinct crunch they make if you step on one before seeing it
What sound do they make if you step on one after seeing it?
Don’t be a smartass, Gordon. You’re as bad as Hassiotis.
Just remember that a chicken is composed of bones and that bones comprise the chicken.
I completely know what you mean- when I used to live on big 5 points every time I walked my dog it was a game of who-can-spot-the-chicken-bones first and I cannot tell you how many times I had to wrestle one out of his mouth. They were everywhere- in the shrubbery surrounding the trees and along the streets. I didn’t realize how uniquely saturated Atlanta is in chicken bones until I moved to New York. WE have urine and the occasional human feces in the streets. What a trade!