"Dad, why to you crush the cans before you put them in the rubbish", I asked.
"Because animals can put their snouts into the cans and the can might get stuck on their snout", he replied.
He was specifically referring to dog food cans, so the open end was flattened. But he also flattened out cans, like a beer can, in the middle. I was concerned for the welfare of animals, and so I picked up the habit. It is quite pointless with drink cans with a small hole to drink from, nevertheless, any can I put in the rubbish is squeezed together in the middle. Open topped cans are squeezed shut at the top.
I noticed Tradie Brother does the same. He must have picked it up from Father.
Hippy Niece stayed overnight recently. She brought along half a bottle of some spiced spirit. I thought it would be too sweet for me to try, but R and she had a couple of drinks mixed with Coke. When I took the recycling down to the recycling room, I noticed she too had squeezed the cans in the middle.
Even though she was less than ten years old when he died, I can only conclude that my late Father's can squeezing legacy lives on to his granddaughter.