The doo-doo was brown, so I’m guessing it was a squirrel.
When I felt it land I thought it was an acorn and reached back to brush it off. That’s when I felt something slimy on my hand. I looked at my brown-streaked fingers and said…
“Shit.”
the thoughts and experiences of Heather Meadows
The doo-doo was brown, so I’m guessing it was a squirrel.
When I felt it land I thought it was an acorn and reached back to brush it off. That’s when I felt something slimy on my hand. I looked at my brown-streaked fingers and said…
“Shit.”