Sunday, July 08, 2007
Yesterday morning, as I hitched my bike at the student recreation center, I inhaled several deep whiffs of animal (presumably dog, possibly wild rabbit) shit mingled with bedewed grass. The smell recalled my time at a summer day camp between fifth and sixth grade: specifically, of an instance when a boy named Levi stepped in some deer crap one wet morning and released precisely this noxious odour. He traisped around for some while, carrying the scent with him, before one of the counselors noticed and chastised him, as though he had stepped in the stuff for the express purpose of disturbing the stillness of the morning via gaseous fumes of excrement. I was of the opinion that the unfortunate Levi had merely failed to perceive the pile of shit into which he stepped.
It's hardly worth cataloguing all the shit I stumble into. Oi weh.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:35 AM]