The litter along my commuting route has a theme this year.
The diapers have been collected by concerned citizens or shuffled into the undergrowth. Now the places of prominence are held by adult-size undergarments. Including Big G's section of the route there are two brassieres. There's also a sock, a toothbrush and a pair of navy-blue jockey shorts.
At least oral hygiene is important. Or maybe it's not, since the toothbrush has been flung along with the clothes.
The whole thing is backwards. The discarded garments should have hit the ground well ahead of the appearance of the diapers. But maybe they had to get a sitter first. Life is a great circle, after all.
The beer bottles and cans in the normal roadside debris might indicate what fueled the process of disrobing. And there's some Red Bull for energy.
EDIT 8-10: This morning I noticed a razor lying near the toothbrush. Not just a cheapie disposable, this was a black and silver weapon of whisker destruction. I swear it was not there before.