displaying a copy of this poster, together with New York Times bags and a trash can, on a tree in my parking strip does seem to be paying modest dividends:
- bags are vanishing fast enough that I have to beg friends to save their NY Times wrappers
- occasional bags of poop appear in the trash can
- the endless offerings of abandoned dog-poop on my (corner lot) parking strips do seem to be diminishing.
Origin: this Post Globe article.
OK, I admit it, I’d been meaning to post this for months but Scott beat me to it.