Journey into Zionism: The splendor of Kibbutz Ketura

The volunteer coordinator on my kibbutz told me a funny joke yesterday.

Aliza: We're going to have a big cleanup on the lawn outside the volunteer apartments pretty soon.

Shana: I mean...

I surveyed the items littering my front yard this morning, and here's the list I came up with:
2 tires
8 lounge chairs (from the pool, I think)
12 empty beer cans
7 empty beer bottles
1 orange peel
3 bed frames
1.5 frisbees
3 towels
Assorted boxers and t-shirts
1 pair of sandals
Cat fur (I can only imagine, since there are so many beasts running around)
Dead insects (ditto)
Cigarette butts, numbering in the thousands
1 USA America brand fan

Ok, so I'll take credit for the last the one, but I just don't have a better place for it. I must admit that the appearance of the volunteer slums is a little unsightly and perhaps an eyesore compared to the rest of Ketura, but I still maintain that I had nothing to do with it.

You wanna conduct a cleanup mission? How about starting with my bed! Every time the wind blows, crunchy leaves and sticks tumble through the cracks between the wall and the sorry excuse for an air conditioner right onto my pillow. Camping outside is fine and all, but I’m just not sure how I feel about nature interfering with my sleep.