Where the Wild Things Are…

What the neighbors must think…It’s pouring down rain and there I am, wearing my dad’s old foul weather gear and…

stalking wild bear poop…

At least, it sure looked like huge, wild animal poop. 

Believe it or not- it was only a hard, stubby mushroom.

   Oh, well…There’s always something of interest to be found out here where the wild things are…even in the pouring down rain.