Many don't know this, but Juno is an avid recycler. She was happy to discover Switzerland's strict recycling rules, such as separating all plastics, aluminum, glass and cardboard into separate bins.
The second week I was here, I made a big faux pas by tossing some used paper towels into the green trash bin without putting them in a trash bag first. Mr. Wild Dingo nearly had a melt down when he saw the trash men emptying our green bins by hand. "All non recyclable trash goes into government-approved black trash bags and no other kind of bag," he schooled me.
"The recycling bins specifically show in diagram, that the bottles must be crushed down. I'm just doing my part."
It's not uncommon to get a visit from the gendarmerie at home if they've discovered that you've tossed a recyclable into the trash instead of its proper place. Apparently, the recycling police will conduct random trash bag searches for evidence (bills, mail) pointing to whom the bag with said recyclable belongs. Then they will make a home visit and shame you into doing the right thing. It's not happened to us, but we've heard stories.
"I have no idea why nobody would recycle. It's so much fun!"
I supervise all of Juno's bottle recycling. We even make a game out of it. I remove the plastic cap and watch for any loose pieces, like the plastic ring, to come off so I can take them away and she can continue her job of crushing it down. She's never allowed to recycle without me.
"Every home should come with a Siberian Green Machine. And recycling wouldn't be such a chore."
Ya, because plastic recycling bottles are the only thing a Siberian will masticate. And that bi-annual coat blowing thing isn't really that much extra work.