Well, finally, some camera action to report.
Human Waste?
On the morning of April 27 an older gentleman wandered around back and forth then suddenly ducked behind a tree and out of sight. Only to reappear a little over a minute later and return in the direction from which he had arrived.
Strange? Perhaps. But we didn’t think anything of it.
However in the early afternoon when we walked by the tree and there was a pile of feces. I can’t believe it’s human. But it was that bright reddish brown that is more typical of human feces and it had a very pungent aroma – not the earthy smell that is associated with animal dung. But because we can’t see through a tree we can only speculate that some human deposited a bit of internal waste.
Coincidentally, just days ago the nation of Fernbrook Resort altered it’s garbage policy. You are no longer allowed to dump human waste in the trash. Which caught a number of citizens by surprise. "Where are we going to deposit our feces?" they asked the bureaucracy. However the problem was alleviated when managers explained that the white porcelain bowl in their washroom was in fact not a hand operated dishwasher but rather a home feces disposal system.
Bewildered Animals
In the early afternoon of April 27 a group of children gathered and began throwing rocks, sticks and pine cones at a bewildered raccoon trapped on neighbors roof.
I’ve read stories about murderers and serial killers who, as children, got their start tormenting raccoons, then chickens and roosters. Before finally moving up to people. I doubt that’s the case here. (Or perhaps I just wrote that last sentence in case they find this diary of Fernbrook Resort and are looking for some Soylent Green. Stick to chickens, roosters and other white meat kids, it’s less fattening).
Peeping Tom-asina’s
April 28, slightly after 4 PM, a tiny little girl wearing a bike helmet and a bright pink jacket dropped her bike in the street. Then carefully made her way into a shed. She appeared to be looking for something… to steal most likely, but not finding anything to her liking she departed with hands empty.
So, perhaps we’ve learned the identity of a potential criminal genius in the making. I mean who would have suspected a little girl in a pink jacket would be preparing for a life of crime?
