Weird shit… Literally.

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I wish I had taken a photo, although I suspect your glad I didn’t. I was sitting out in the garden waiting for the pig to realize there’s no more food and walk back into his nighttime home so I…

Weird shit… Literally.

I wish I had taken a photo, although I suspect your glad I didn’t. I was sitting out in the garden waiting for the pig to realize there’s no more food and walk back into his nighttime home so I can put the blanket over him.

The dogs have given up their wandering and are back by me waiting to be let inside because it’s kind of cool and damp out here today.

As I sat down to write the last blog I put my right foot up over my left knee and was surprised to see a 2-in dollop of shit. Moist shit that looked much like melted milk chocolate. I might have mistaken it for melted milk chocolate because I often find that in my bed by accident although not as often as when I used to eat Hershey’s kisses and lose them in the bed or beddings.

This had the smell of shit. There is no mistaking it. The interesting thing that made this blog worth in my opinion, was that it was partly up my leg and I literally have no clue as to where it came from or even who it came from or how it got there.

I had just returned from feeding the pig and the dogs but to my knowledge I didn’t stick my foot up anybody’s ass. I can’t quite imagine how I got this moist strip of smelly poo on my pant leg.

My sweatpants. Although they have pockets I had nothing in them nor nothing nearby with which to wipe down the turd. Luckily it’s fall and the ground is covered with big maple leaves so those became my shit rag.

They were just the right amount of moist and just wide enough that three of them offered the protection needed to remove the wet shit off my leg. Foolishly I only tossed them away a little distance and now the stench remains right where I sit. I’m sure that will change in time. It sure is a strong odor so my best guess is that it came from the pig but his anus and my ankle do not line up and I don’t really want to go looking at the dogs. Not in that way.

So it remains a mystery. A lingering smelly mystery, but it will soon be forgotten.

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