Oh, crap
by Andrea Mulder-Slater We were out for a walk near our house when we wandered through a cloud of stench at the top of the hill. The odor, which - over the past number of weeks - had become rather familiar, was the first clue that something immense, wild and sour was hanging around nearby. The second, found further down the hill... this: Now, since moving to the country, I’ve encountered a lot of wildlife including – but not limited to – a moose, deer, a coyote, raccoons, porcupines, rabbits, a turtle, a weasel, wild turkeys, ruffled grouse, eagles, chipmunks, squirrels, mice, June bugs… And, to be clear, when I say I’ve encountered wildlife, I mean I’ve watched or heard creatures, doing things, outside… from the comfort of my living room. Or car. Except the June bugs. The June bugs were under my bed. Thanks to the 5 year old. But here’s the thing about living at the edge of the wilderness, next to a heavily wooded area. You know there are critters in the thicket
