don't look down

Squanch took this a few weeks ago. Happens often. No Big Deal.

So it's nighttime in the woods right now and while sitting reading, sleeping baby in my arms, it suddenly occurred to me I was going to have to, ahem,  poot.


Usually, I do it during the day. How could I possibly schedule such an event? You would too if you had an outhouse. Believe me, it's a terrifying event to use the shitter at night. The dark is scary enough as it is, but add the odd nearby coyote sighting, or midnight howl fest (feast?), and it becomes terrifying.


Squanch is especially good in that he will often lead me out into the darkness and wait outside the outhouse, contemplating his old life as a mythological creature. Bigfoot not afraid. 


Of course Squanch is sleeping at this moment, and so my chaperon this time is the dog, the wimp who was freaking out at the meer presence of tin foil earlier today.


I maneuver the baby into her crib, shove on my big boots, put on a head lamp and run about 100 feet into the woods.


That's when it happens. Something more terrifying than coyotes. I shine the light into the hole.


Think of everything you have flushed in 6 months. Now imagine peering into a pit of everything you have flushed in 6 months.

Ya. Living a running water free life is not for everyone. It may seem idyllic, and it is for me. That is until I forget a very simple rule: DON'T LOOK DOWN!