Oops (or more like Poops)

Random funny story from a few weeks back.
Those of yall with dogs should be well aware of the practice of picking up the dog poo when you’re outside in public spaces and those of yall without can probably well imagine. We use the bags that the newspaper comes in, which aren’t as sturdy as, say, tupperware but are reasonably adequate for poo removal and containment.
So one day a few weeks ago, after picking up the offending pile, I was tying the knot (standard overhand on a bight; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bight_(knot) ) and due to unknown brain lapse decided to tighten the knot by inserting my finger into the loop/bight and slinging it in a circle, using the weight of the contents to do so. Somewhere around the first quarter of the turn (starting from the vertical hanging position) the bag become decidedly lighter. This was shortly followed by a hollow sounding “thunk” coming from the neighbor’s house some 20 yards away.
Needless to say, the bag busted and dogpile was transformed from ground dweller to high velocity projectile which stuck directly to the neighbor’s gutter. Right on the front of the house. The beige house. With whiteish trim and gutters.
Hilarious! (I couldn’t stop laughing for like an hour) I couldn’t have made that shot if I’d picked it up and chucked that joker bare handed. And the fact that it actually stuck?? I mean come on, that junk don’t really happen. So instead of fixing the problem, I did the next logical thing. I ran and got Lauren and the camera. Now it was right around coming home from work time and that neighbor is a single woman so I didn’t want to open her gate and go all up in her yard. Besides, maybe no one will notice and I’ll fall off in a few days. So we waited… that bad boy was stuck fast.
Lauren said, "No" that I couldn't ignore it forever so a few nights later while giving dog her end of the night walk (around 11:00) I grabbed the broom, jumped the gate, snuck onto the porch, and did my best to quietly knock it down. It wasn’t too different from trying to knock down a hornets nest. You’re in a funky position, stretched out trying to reach one armed and make an effective blow all while being on the defensive both from the dislodged member falling on me and being ever ready to make stealthy and rapid retreat if discovered. I ended up getting most of it down (successfully undetected too though a DPD patrol car did drive down the street sometime later) but there were still some remnants if you looked closely. Oh well, good enough and wife approved. I'll also make the argument that once the tree (see pics) leafs out and fills in you won't see a thing and I’m counting on a summer season of rains will clean up the rest.
I still laugh daily when I look that direction.

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