Roun’ here yard waste pickup is the second and fourth Monday of the month. I miss this consistently so the black trashcan full of garden clippings, weeds, twigs, vines, several months of rainwater and mosquito larvae sits against the back fence of my jungle-like garden elevated from the ground by a couple of cinder blocks. Yesterday morning after I kicked my children out the do… I mean, lovingly sent my kiddos to school I went for a walk around the neighborhood. I noticed some neighbors had their yard waste out. I did a quick calculation and thought, FOURTH MONDAY, and hustled home.
When I reached my yard I glanced up and down the street and saw my neighbors had some twigs by the curb. Good, the truck hadn’t come yet. We still had time to drag the can to the corner.
I knew it would be heavy, it certainly had several months of rain water and rotting yard refuse inside as well as a couple feet of sunflower stalks on top. I just had to get the dang thing down off the cinder blocks and drag the can a hundred or so feet to the curb. This was the moment, the hideous can of stinky dead stuff needed to go.
I grabbed the handle and gave the can a soft tug and… it didn’t move. The climbing creeper vines from the fence behind it had begun to assimilate the can of yard crap into itself like the Borg. With a determined yank I pulled it off the cinder blocks and with a great kerplunk it plopped onto the grass at my feet.
In an unexpected turn of events a large tidal wave of black, poo scented rain water rose up from the depths of the can, through the tangle of sunflower stalks and cobwebs and landed on top of my head, all over my right arm and bathed both feet.
After a stunned moment I reluctantly looked down at my body. Black chunks of grossness covered my arm. The black toxic waste-like substance pooled at my feet, squishing between my toes. And the smell, oh, Lord have mercy. I smelled like poo.
And mosquito larvae.
Bring. It. On.
In that moment it was all about me and the poo can of yard waste. It against me. Me against It. And It was not going to defeat me. This was the moment. That was the day. The yard waste was going out. We would never wait for, and forget about, another second or fourth Monday again.
I knew before I could go any further I had to dump the rest of the black, poo water out. The can was heavy and sloshy, and well, it was just plain cruel to leave that for the yard waste pickup guys. The water had to go. I took a deep breath and tipped it over. Gallons and gallons of black water poured into my garden. You can’t defeat me, I thought as I watched it flow, I lived in India for over a decade – I had Typhoid* for goodness sake.
Poo water, you’ve got nothing on me, I thought as I dragged the, now much lighter, can of yard waste to the curb. And that’s the moment I felt it. That’s when the water that had sloshed up on my head began to flow from my scalp in rivulets behind my ear and drip onto my shoulder before trickling down my bosom.
Is that all you got? IS THAT ALL YOU GOT! I shouted in my head like Lieutenant Dan hanging from the mast and screaming at the storm.
We made it to the curb. I bathed, for real, and scrubbed a lot. In fact, I scrubbed places I may have never scrubbed before. When I walked clean and sparkly (well, at least clean) back into my bedroom I heard the telltale noises of the yard waste truck. It was like heaven in my ears; I feared they would have skipped my house or had already come, but no, here they were. They took it. They took it all! And I photographed them as evidence.
Until next time, toxic poo water.
*Typhoid is spread by eating or drinking food or water contaminated with the feces of an infected person. (Super gross, I know)
10 thoughts on “I Bathed in Poo Water”
I can just picture it all! Thank you for the chuckle this morning. 🙂
Thanks for this story — complete with pictures! I loved it and could visualize the whole thing. So glad there weren’t any serious consequences. I love your stories.
Thanks! 🙂 I may, however, develop a superpower.
Oh my! How gross! And you described it so vividly that I feel I need to shower! Ugh!!! I guess that is great writing!
Yuk, yuk and more yuk!! Glad you’re all sparkly clean again!
I still kind of feel like I smell like it, though…
I loved this story testimonial! The battles we face alone, that no one sees, but are undeniably real and there, and suck and even smell like evil themselves,and have to be tackled, because no one else will.
Your Lieutenant Dan reference was perfect.
From one soldier to another I salute you.
Smell like evil…. Bawahahahaha