I push the limit at the dump by tossing cardboard into the “mixed paper” bin.
Please be sure to “break down” your cardboard boxes.
I put my cardboard boxes in a dark room and shine a powerful light on them to try and break them down.
So far, they won’t say a word.
I’m not sure what a cardboard box would say, anyway.
“Yeah, I robbed that bank, copper. And you never would have caught me if I had legs!”
I place my empty pizza box with grease stains in the recycle bin with the other paper. It’s a sin according to the recycling brochure but I defy the rule makers and I feel deep guilt for doing it.
So much guilt has built up in me that I’ve increased my pizza intake to twice a week to try to assuage the psychological harm the recycling brochure has caused me.