Ok, I still do not have a definitive answer about the scat I found in my back yard. I went to an expert, my friend Scott, who hunts deer with bow and arrow. His analysis (he’s holding the plastic bag in the photo) is that it is definitely not rabbit, could be deer, but is a very small pile to be a deer. He postulated raccoon, but I am not so sure. Please note his expert status. He didn’t even know I was coming over, and he is wearing a deer shirt and standing in front of deer he has killed–please note the arrows in their necks. On his truck there is a bumper sticker with a picture of a deer and it says, “Eat more fast food.” Anyway, I cannot give a prize until I check with a few more experts. The plastic bag with the poop is in my car. I’m going to a high priests quorum party tonight, so surely there’s someone who can identify it–and won’t it increase my popularity to bring something so interesting!?
By the way, Paul is making the chili for the aforementioned party, and I am really afraid he will be disappointed at its reception, because it’s with black beans, fresh cheese, and choriso. The term “pearls before swine” comes to mind.
Today is our 34th anniversary–the 32 happiest years of my life!