What's wrong with people?

I think everyone here knows that I live out in the middle of not much. My road is divided by a county line, so neither Richland nor Kershaw Sheriff Dept. patrols very regularly. This leads to a lot of speeders and litterbugs. I pick up an average of a grocery bag full of trash every day on my two mile round trip walk up and down the Richland county side.

Today, on the way back from the doctor's office I saw a large blue plastic bag in the road, so I slowed down and snagged it to save some time this evening during the walk. I have the doors off the Jeep, so it was easy to pick it up without getting out. I noticed it was heavier than I expected, but not very heavy. I figured something was in it, so I was glad that I didn't hit it at 55 miles per hour and possibly put a hole in a tire. I got home, got the kid out of the car seat, gathered up the mail in the diaper bag, slung the bag over my shoulder and snagged the kid with the other arm. As a second thought, I grabbed the trash bag with a few remaining fingers and marched off to the house. Got on the porch, set the kid down and unlocked the door, sat the diaper bag on the counter and scooted the kid inside.

Then the trash bag went "meow."

What in the name of God is wrong with some people?

Now I think it's also well known that I don't like cats (or kittens in this case) but I also don't just tie them up in a plastic bag and toss them out a car window for them to get run over.

It's called a soul. Maybe that person should look into getting one.