Every couple of days, I find a lone turd in front of my garage.
It's not the dogs or cats, or the random cattle that meander through here from time to time.
My best guess has been either a raccoon or an opossum. According to my book, Mammal Tracks & Sign, by Mark Elbroch, opossum scat is "rarely encountered in the field," and consequently there are no accompanying pictures. The photo of raccoon poo, however, looks similar to the mystery turd, and is within the size range listed. The book warns, however, that "raccoon scats can carry the parasitic roundworm Baylisascaris procyonis, which can be fatal in humans."
So it would appear that we have terrorist raccoons prowling in front of our garage on a regular basis. Wonderful.
It makes as much sense as the chip that suddenly appeared in the pickup windshield this summer. I have confirmed this afternoon that it will NOT pass inspection without repairs/replacement, so the windshield company will be getting more of our business it seems.
By the way, L got up early yesterday, finished her homework before school, and was even keeled and fairly polite for most of the afternoon. It was a Wednesday Miracle!
I am off to pick up the girls from school. J has another game tonight and needs the extra time for homework.