this story is about poop.
i repeat:
this story is about poop.
don't look past the picture if you don't want to read a story about..
poop.
good-bye! until next time!
if you're still here..
you've been warned.
i thought the worst part of my saturday was getting a papercut on my index finger. more specifically under my nail. more specifically with a thick piece of cardboard. or perhaps the worst part of my saturday was standing in my backyard at night, in my pajamas, crying, with a fistful of raw beef in my hand.. but that's a story for another time. i went to bed thinking 'tomorrow is a new day,' pat my sweet dog on the head and closed my eyes.
i woke up to my formally sweet, now insane dog running laps in my room. jumping on my bed. clawing at the wall. whining incessantly. i groaned and told her i wish she would appreciate the fact that i prefer to sleep in on the weekends. ok, so maybe i wasn't quite that eloquent at what i thought was 6 in the morning. it actually turned out to be 3am.. which i found out because i turned on the lights and checked my clock when i heard a short, wet splat.
"what the.."
"luna.. no.."
"what on earth.."
"WHAT."
"you didn't..."
she did. a neat little splattering right on my new zara knit sweater. that sweater still had tags on it. that sweater went straight into the garbage. after i cleaned and disinfected the entire vicinity ie my entire room i called for her to take her outside, thinking she'd probably have more business to finish. but she was nowhere. not on the 2nd floor. not on the main floor. at this point i'm thinking 'ahh shoot (i didn't say shoot). i haven't checked the basement.'
nothing could've prepared me for what i was about to lay eyes on. i mean really, this could only be described as a poopsaw massacre. yall.. it was everywhere. i'll spare you the details.. but really. everywhere.
the next 2 hours were spent cleaning. disinfecting. scrubbing furiously with clorox. thank goodness our basement is still unfinished, because by the time i was done the affected areas had a nice blue-green glow from the bleach. satisfied the cement floor was completely feces-free, i went back upstairs to check on my formally insane, sweet again dog. she was sleeping peacefully, as if that nightmarish event was long gone and buried in the past..
ha. if only.