Deer Shiiiiiiiiit

I bike. And on this 10-mile stretch of path I take in rural Minneapolis, the trail is surrounded by woods. It's one of the most scenic rides you can peddle in suburbia - especially in the Fall when the colors emerge. There's this shroud of leaves in every hue just inches above my bike helmet, and the smells of Autumn are amazing. But I digress.

Since Spring I've been on this trail more than a dozen times and every single time there are numerous piles of deer shit smack in the middle of the asphalt.

Now the intelligent side of me says, "If there are deer in the woods, wouldn't they be more likely to drop their loads somewhere in the grass, near a tree?" Instead, however, the deer manage to cross the bike path, stop and take their craps right where I'm riding. Right where people run and walk and rollerblade. It's a deer shit obstacle course, changing every time I ride that route.

A little deer revenge perhaps? Let's stick it to the humans who carved a bike path through our home.

I'll keep riding and dodging the deer droppings, because in three months that path will once again be amazing in every way -- poop included.

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