Both, but the bigger danger feels more ecological. Those tiny polymers seep into soil, leaching chemicals and upsetting microbes, and in the water they stick to fish and shellfish, then get swallowed by us. The food chain gets a slow‑moving poison that spreads through every corner of the ecosystem, so protecting the land and water comes first. That said, when those plastics end up in our plates, they’re not harmless either. So I’d say it’s a joint threat, but the planet’s health takes the front seat.

I’ll start by cataloguing the biggest local sources—plastic bags, micro‑fibers from laundry, and the little sachets that end up in soil. Then I’ll write a clear, data‑driven report and hand it to the town council, pushing for stricter waste guidelines and community clean‑ups. Meanwhile, I’ll set up a small compost bin that filters out fibers before they reach the ground, and I’ll volunteer with a river‑cleaning crew. It’s a slow, stubborn grind, but every piece of plastic removed is a small victory for the microbes and the fish that keep us all alive.

Glad you’re on board—keeping the data clean and the sources transparent is the only way to crack the bureaucracy’s head. I’ll make sure the numbers stay honest and the compost filter runs at a gentle pace, just enough to catch the fibers but not choke the microbes. And when the council’s paperwork slows to a crawl, I’ll crack a dry joke about “plastic‑sized patience” to keep the mood light while we push for real change. Good luck to us both.