And there we were thinking it was just the pesky dog owners causing poo issues. Well, a new low for Lamma perhaps. On Sunday I was picking up trash some construction workers had left behind. (I am not trying to sound heroic. It had to be done.) As I reached down below the path, where a storm drain passes, to gather some crushed beer cans and discarded pastic water bottles, I spied poo. Yep, a big dollop of brown poo.
Living on Lamma we are used to walking around, over and occassionally though poo. But was this dog poo? No, Holmes, not unless Lamma dogs have started wiping themselves with large white paper napkins.
The thought that someone had emptied their bowels 10 metres from my home is bad enough. But the crapper hadn't even bothered to fold up the used napkin, let alone put it in a plastic bag and dispose of it in a hygienic way. Instead, the soiled paper was spread out like a stained picnic blanket, like a white blotted flag announcing the presence of human faeces.
Now, I have been caught short, too. If you have ever been camping, you know you might have to defecate in the woods. But you take precautions, you use your brain, you clear up. Even our forebears living in caves without the knowledge we have today about germs and bacteria would frown on shitting so close to a human dwelling and leaving skanky poo paper to flutter around in the warm spring breezes.