The Forensics of Poop

So in an attempt to be that healthy way, Nate and I have been taking all of our children (the canine ones, the big boy with his scooter, and the little boy with his stroller) on some summer evening walks. As we were getting everything ready (because it seems to take a great deal of time to do dog harnesses, leashes, strollers, blankies, blah blah blah) our oldest brown child, Mocha the Chocolate Lab, pooped right there in the parking lot where we were standing. Frustrated, I reminded everyone not to step in it. When we were done with our walk and returned to the parking lot to head home, I again reminded everyone to avoid the poop. As I walked by, I noticed some tread in said dung. I instructed everyone to check the bottom of their shoes. I asked Nate if it was his athletic shoe or the stroller tire (that he had been pushing) knowing he was the one guilty of the offense. Nate came over and bent down to get a better look, adamantly denying that he had been the one not to heed my warning.

He studied it for a moment then looked up at me and stated that it was in fact a tire tread; a vehicle had driven through the poop.

Looking around at the nearly empty parking lot, I questioned his finding. I asked him if he was sure about the vehicle theory. That's when he said, "Nine, I'm a police officer, I think I know a little about crime scene investigation."

And there you go.