 They have this gland in their eyes that produces tears so that they don't get sand into their eyes. So while I'm holding down her front flippers, these tears start to roll out of her eyes. So the turtle's crying, I'm crying. And I was like, I'll never drop another piece of plastic on the ground again. Because for me at that point in my life, everyone was guilty. You would have a mint, throw the plastic wrapper in the bush and think nothing of it. It was like second nature.