The other day, Danielle noticed I had stepped in animal feces because it was smeared on my left shoe’s upper. Thankfully, my shoes were outside and not on my feet when she noticed this.
We naturally assumed that this was canine fecal matter. I wondered where I could possibly have stepped in it, as I had just come home from picking up the pizza, in the car.
The car! So, I retrieved the all-weather floor mat—which was in fact contaminated—from the Raptor to wash it off, and, in doing so, noticed a peculiar thing in the gravel just where I would step down from the driver’s seat:
Shit.
And not only shit, but shit and a hairball, which means the shit was feline, not canine. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that some neighborhood cat (or cats) had been paying regular visits to our little driveway, because I collected quite a few, um, samples.
Today, arriving home in the rain, it happened again. Same shoe. Same spot. Right beside the car. It almost feels intentional, at this point.
I usually drop a giant load in your driveway when I come over too. I know how much you guys worry about the old plumbing in the house.