cold case: the mystery pooper

A couple of years ago my family was victim to a horrible, unspeakable crime. My father walked outside one morning and on our back lawn he found a giant pile of poop. This poop raised a lot of questions.

"Is it human?"
"How did it get here?"
"Why us?"

Unfortunately, our questions went unanswered so my father dutifully cleaned it up and we all agreed to just move on with our lives.

Until the next morning.

"Mary, come out here. You won't believe this!"

That's right, there it was. Again. Right in the same exact spot. More giant poop.

We were starting to get worried. Who or what was doing this? How was it getting into our yard? My dad once again disposed of the evidence. And just when we thought life was back to normal...

IT HAPPENED AGAIN. And then again after that. Yes, folks, you read that right. FOUR NIGHTS IN A ROW.

And then, it just stopped. Sure, we had a giant dead spot on our lawn, but there was no more poop!

That is, until a few nights ago. Sunday morning my dad went out to get the paper and when he came back inside he just looked at us and asked, "What kind of animal would poop on the bumper of our car?" The conversation that followed went a little something like this:

Mom: "Is it human?"
Dad: "I don't know. It might be. I can't tell if it's human poop, animal poop, or a tootsie roll."
Mom: "A TOOTSIE ROLL??"
Dad: "I mean, it could be, I don't know. I just...why on the bumper?"

I had plans to photograph the alleged poop (for display on this blog, of course) but sadly my father hosed the car down before I got the chance.

But I couldn't help but wonder if this was the same perpetrator (poopetrator?) that terrorized my family two years ago. We'll probably never know.

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