There’s bear shit on the path.
Here I am, hiking in these beautiful, wild woods, following a trail that’s been around for generations, and there’s bear shit right where I was going to put my left foot.
If it was my bear, I would train it to shit somewhere else. Anywhere else, actually, than right in the middle of the path.
I should make a sign that says “No bears shitting here”.
I should find the bear and give it a piece of my mind. It has to learn how wrong it was, for leaving this shit here.
Or I could keep going and ignore this shit.
Image credits: Maddy Baker | Jeremy Vessey