Once upon a time we buried a group of rats in this rather bushy area of the back yard directly behind the house. This was one of the burials Larry (the human) was actually aware of.
A couple of weeks later, I received a phone call from my father. "I need you to come over here and look at some leavings I'm finding in the yard. I think your rats are attracting visitors."
"I see." So now the deceased are phoning the living from their little spots beneath the mound for, what? Worship? Food? Extra fertilizer in the form of fecal matter? Yep, he's lost his marbles.
Of course I didn't want to miss this exciting event. After all, I am the poop expert (apparently). So I headed over to the parent's straight away to identify the poop-leaving creature.
Once there, I headed into the wilderness they call a back yard, led by my father, the guide. He led me to a patch of grass (this is noteworthy: much of his yard looks like desert) that contained a pile of poop that extended out about 5 inches in diameter. This pile consisted of quite a number of both fresh and old round pellets. I tried to contain the laughter.
"Your culprit," I said, "is a quite effectively litter trained rabbit with an excellent high-fiber diet. I don't think you need to worry about our deceased fuzzes reincarnating for the sole purpose of pooping in your yard."
"Are you sure?"
I couldn't keep the laughter in any longer and the only thing I could get out between the snickers was "Uh huh."
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