I got home this afternoon and immediately left the better-half a voicemail. It went something like this:
On your way home, could you please look at the strip of grass next to our neighbor’s mailbox–the people who live behind us and I can never remember their names–they have a school bus flag on the mailbox. Anyway, those people. Please look at the strip of grass near the woods because I think there are some huge piles of poop there.
Updated: Looks like a horse unloaded out there. I’ll be swerving around that area the next time I cut grass.
Good thing you noticed before getting out the lawn mower. That sounds like it could be an ugly situation.