Save a tree, shoot a forester.

I don’t have boots made from horned lizards, or eat burrowing owl omelets.  I don’t throw rocks at whooping cranes, and would probably think twice about hitting a dodo bird with my car. But...

I am a Forester.  I have cut down forests.  I have burned countless litres of diesel fuel transporting the logs to the mill.  I have powered kilns and saws with vast emissions. I have pounded those trees into pulp using noxious chemicals.  I have bleached the product white as snow, and packaged it in spiffy oil product plastic to catch your eye.

You have decided to use ten sheets, when four would do in the bathroom stall.

I am a forester...and you complete me.

This week, think of putting me out of business.  Make choices that are based on need rather than demand.