Someone who is not me pushed my trash can back up toward my house from the curb the other day. I would think nothing of this if my nice Mormon neighbors still lived next door. They would push it back up for me a lot.

However, given the activity on my street lately and the smell of rotting FLESH hanging in the air near the trashcan has me paranoid that it was a teenager who placed either a dead animal or some sawed off limbs in there. I’ve just been holding my nose, throwing the bag in, and averting my eyes. Trash day is tomorrow. Thank goodness.