I feel the need to post a disclaimer. The post you are about to read is evidence that this little blog has hit rock bottom. I'm sorry. Oh, and just be grateful I didn't post the close up pictures.
I googled bear poop images yesterday.
I actually typed "What does bear p " into the google search engine and the rest of the sentence "What does bear poop look like?" popped up. I felt some vague relief that I'm not the first person to search the annals of the web for such information.
Which of course leads me to the riveting question I know you're all asking yourselves.
"I wonder why Colleen hasn't finished writing that book?"
Yes, well, clearly I've been busy.
When I drove up to the house on that fateful day, I couldn't help but stare at the large mound of brown on the lawn.
So you don't think I'm exaggerating, here, my friends is proof.
I googled bear poop images yesterday.
I actually typed "What does bear p " into the google search engine and the rest of the sentence "What does bear poop look like?" popped up. I felt some vague relief that I'm not the first person to search the annals of the web for such information.
Which of course leads me to the riveting question I know you're all asking yourselves.
"I wonder why Colleen hasn't finished writing that book?"
Yes, well, clearly I've been busy.
When I drove up to the house on that fateful day, I couldn't help but stare at the large mound of brown on the lawn.
So you don't think I'm exaggerating, here, my friends is proof.
Proof that I'm not exaggerating about it's bigness and proof that yes, my neighbours think I'm an idiot. Why do they always come out of their house when one of my kids is screaming or I'm taking pictures of crap on my front lawn? It's like the cosmos are working against me.
So, obviously, a bear is roaming our suburban neighbourhood. And, also obviously, that crap is still sitting on my front lawn. I've been really busy. And I don't do bear scat.
Yes. Google taught me something. It's called scat. Bear scat.
I will never be able to use my "Scat the Cat" felt board story again. I will no longer be able to listen to scat music without picturing bears crouching in the forest, and I would also advise you not to google the word scat.
Google also taught me some things I really didn't need or want to know.
Just trust me on that.
So, obviously, a bear is roaming our suburban neighbourhood. And, also obviously, that crap is still sitting on my front lawn. I've been really busy. And I don't do bear scat.
Yes. Google taught me something. It's called scat. Bear scat.
I will never be able to use my "Scat the Cat" felt board story again. I will no longer be able to listen to scat music without picturing bears crouching in the forest, and I would also advise you not to google the word scat.
Google also taught me some things I really didn't need or want to know.
Just trust me on that.
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1 comment:
Don't you just love getting caught by the neighbors taking strange pictures?
The really scary thing...besides a bear roaming your neighborhood...is that google is tracking all of our searches. That "bear poop" search is now part of your permanent record. ;)
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