- Sun Sep 29, 2013 2:17 pm
Confession: When I went camping a few weeks ago, the wife and I(after many cocktails) found a string of small turds right on the edge of our campsite:
Her: What kind of animal did this come from.....it's fresh.
Me: That's a fox 100%, the size and shape are spot on.
Her: Shouldn't it have hair in it? That worries me, that an animal would be that brazen, to sneak into our campsite while we were ten feet away....you think Henry(our 5 year old son) is safe playing around here?
Me: Yes, an animal as small as a fox won't mess with him, regardless, I will watch him extra close.
The night went by, more drinks, son in bed,and more debate over the scat.
Next morning, I find Henry peeing on the turds.....and it dawns on me.
Me: Henry, did you poop there last night?
Kid was too scared to go into the sage, so he popped a squat in our campground. Never said a word while the wife and I discussed what left it.
Lord let me die, but not die......out