I've called them Trash gods... ours is a very small town, and the trash god wields a mighty shovel! Annoy him once and you are done for life... very annoying to me, I'm old, very old school where trash is trash and just burn it or bury it please. Sometimes I think I need to go back to college to get my degree in "waste disposal". Wait, that's plastic, can't mix that with construction debris... oh and what's that - an old blender, well that needs to way over there in the electric motor pile". I know I don't take it as seriously as I should... especially in a town were there is no public water supply, all wells and septic. This is a true account - the trash god actually questioned us one day when my neighbor and I were dumping construction debris, old trim, doors, etc... the Keeper of the Trash questioned the origin of the debris when he noticed some of the debris appeared to be of older vintage than what Ron's house is... it was from my house... and he actually knew how old Ron's house was and that this stuff didn't come from him place. Very Scary!