A starving fly finally found a pile of horse dung in a stable one evening, and for the next several hours gorged himself. Next morning, farmhands were getting active and it was time for the fly to leave: But he was so fat he couldn't fly! Figuring he needed some altitude, he climbed up a shovel that was propped against the wall, and perched on the handle. Then he jumped and -- Uh, Oh! -- Still too heavy, and . . . . SPLAT! on the ground. Moral: Never fly off the handle when you know you're full of manure.
Today's "garbage man" must be an imposter. "Too much" garbage does not hurt flies and of course Dilbert is better than flies. @ richmahn there is no such thing as an "evolutionist". You are (again perhaps) confusing religion and science.