Dad got fed up with having to pick up dozens of popsicle wrappers every day just in the span of his short trip from the car to the front door so he took action. He handed every one of the little sugar snatchers a plastic bag and marched them up and down the neighborhood so they could pick up trash.
They didn’t like it one bit but you know what? We haven’t found a single wrapper in the yard since then. Miracles do happen, folks.
You’ve gotta love that reality discipline mixed with a dose of service.