Rereаd the pаssаge yоu read in class (then mоve tо next question) The Life of a Plastic Bag Plastic bags are one of the most common items people use every day. In the United States, people use about 100 billion plastic bags each year. On average, a bag is only used for about 12 minutes before it is thrown away. After that, the story of the bag is just beginning. Unlike paper or food waste, plastic bags do not break down quickly. A single bag can last for hundreds of years in the environment. When the wind blows, plastic bags can escape from trash cans or landfills. They float through streets, into rivers, and finally into the ocean. There, they cause serious problems. Sea animals such as turtles, fish, and seabirds sometimes mistake bags for food. For example, a turtle may think a plastic bag is a jellyfish, one of its favorite meals. Eating plastic can make animals sick or even cause them to die. Scientists estimate that about 100,000 marine animals die each year from plastic waste. The problem grows worse when bags collect together in the ocean. Strong ocean currents trap the plastic and form huge “garbage patches.” The largest one, the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, is estimated to be about twice the size of Texas. Inside it, billions of small pieces of plastic float on the water. Plastic never fully disappears; instead, it breaks into tiny pieces called microplastics, which can even enter the food chain. To reduce this problem, many cities and countries are making new rules. Some places have banned plastic bags in stores. Others charge a small fee to encourage people to bring their own reusable bags. These changes show that small choices—like carrying a reusable bag—can make a big difference for the health of our planet.
The Hygiene Hypоthesis stаtes thаt decreаsing the diversity & levels оf the micrоbiota negatively affects the immune response.
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