My Old Kentucky Home

So Kentucky has been good for a couple of things. We invented Bourbon, chewing gum (we called it taffy tolu) and we don't allow our citizens to sell blue chickens, carry ice cream cones in their pockets, buy hats without their husband's permission, or let bees enter the state without certificates of health. We're good people. We're also called the 'Graveyard to the West," which is slightly ominous. In any case, I'm thrilled to live here. Or, that is, I was thrilled. Until I discovered that Kentucky has a unique little agricultural wonder which is indigenous to our state. Kentucky is home to something called a "pamper tree." A pamper tree is a regular tree which has had diapers thrown onto it. Dirty diapers. Dirty diapers have been thrown onto trees because.... because there are no trash cans nearby? Because people like the smell? No one knows for sure, but one thing is for certain. These unique trees are thankfully becoming extinct thanks to state cleanup movements. I'm still left reeling. Why would anyone do that?!! Ah, Kentucky.