It was time to start peaking my little Furrologists curiosity. Once a month on the weekend, I would go to the dollar store and find an item that I thought would be unique and fun. This particular day, I found a $5 racetrack. I brought it home and cleared a spot on the floor throne. I put the box down and took the top off, flipped it upside down and let Booger bounce into it.

Smears from the Poopologist: Somedays the separation from work and home are beyond my control. I go home daily with the thoughts that I forgot to start something or turn something off. That I left tools near equipment that either will get caught in it if it starts up or that they will magically disappear. It haunts me all night that I didn't turn in paperwork or finish filing my permit requirements on time.

Smears from the Poopologist: Finally finished up hauling biosolids, but on the last day for some reason, when one of the truckers shut the pump off and closed the valve, the overhang pipe snapped and broke off from the flange. I called my vendor right away and he showed up around lunch time, took measurements and said he had all this in stock and could bring right away in the morning.