OK, this post is nasty, so beware if you read on. Why I am posting this, you ask? Because it is my calling in life to educate you, dear readers, on the various dangers of living in south Florida.
You have been warned.
This morning I was out on the patio having a cup of coffee and I noticed that Millie practically had her snout in the water. This was unlike her because she HATES the water. At first I thought she was drinking the pool water, which would mean that something was wrong with her. As I stood up to investigate, she moved away from the pool. When I came to the edge of the pool I noticed a giant load of diarrhea had been deposited on one of the steps in the pool. I was stunned.
Who could have done this? I mean, this was a lot of poop. My first reaction was that Millie had been sick and dropped a deuce in the water, but then I remembered that would probably be the last thing she would do since she hates the water so much and has never, as much as I have begged her on rainy days, pooped in our yard. So it wasn't her.
Was it Steven? Did he sleep walk in the night and mistake our pool for the toilet? Probably not. He doesn't roam far from the bedroom in the night.
My last suspect was an animal. But what kind? I have seen lots of iguanas and lizards in our yards, plus birds and a mouse and snake, but none of those could produce this kind of mess. Some searching online revealed that it was most likely a
raccoon. That doesn't make me very happy.
Today also happens to be the day that our pool guy comes to clean the pool. There was no way I was leaving a load of diarrhea in the pool for him to think we created, so I used the skimmer to remove it. Nasty, nasty, nasty. The good news is that we keep our pool quite chlorinated, so any remaining grossness will be killed by that.
I can think of a million better ways to start my day than finding that kind of stuff in the pool.
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