So there's not much left outside except lots of
chook poo (nice between the toes) and large piles of woodchips on all the paths, where they've tossed them while digging up all the garden beds their cute little claws.
So I've decided it's safer to get their kid to do it next time (for a modest fee — no teen is going to shovel
chook poo gratis).
I lay there in bed imagining things I could put in the Sprogs» pump - action water pistols — urine, food colouring, beetroot juice,
chook poo — and spray all over their house the next morning.
But don't get too comfy, because it's actually about
chook poo.
Waaaay too much information about
chook poo.