And yes, I mean that literally.
Continue at your own risk.
Remember, you were warned.
And I’m not talking about a little poo. No.
To be precise….
It’s a dozen piles of crap.
On top of our stone wall.
All along the top of the wall….
It looks like skunk to me, although why the little devil feels the need to climb up there and poop every night is beyond me.