a dangerous balance of concern and complacency

In our apartment, there is a pile of recycling. As far as we know, there is no recycling program in our complex, illegal though that is or should be. Unwilling to throw out recyclable products and too lazy to find the nearest recycling center, we simply keep adding to the pile. Cardboard tubes, cereal boxes, crushed milk gallons, soda cans, and the like currently form a precarious mass several feet high between our kitchen and dining area.

I know it can't keep building up forever, but I also can't imagine throwing it all in the dumpster. The Lorax would probably jump out of the woods and strangle me. Or...something terrible like that. Your guess is as good as mine.