Dog Crapped!
Friday, April 9th, 2010First, a little history on the subject of getting “dog crapped”. Technicians in the wildlife removal industry are more vulnerable to stepping in a pile of dog crap than service technicians from other trades. The reason is simple, as we walk around the perimeter of a customer’s yard we are always looking up at the roof and roofline of the house looking for the hole/entry-point that the animals are using to gain access to the attic. So as we’re walking around the yard looking up at the roof we’re not watching where we are stepping and before you know it you just stepped into a huge pile of dog crap. It is actually better if it’s a big pile and you realize that you stepped in it. If it’s a smaller pile you don’t usually notice it until you’ve climbed up the ladder and got it on every rung of the ladder the entire way up. That is the worst because now you not only have to clean it off your shoes but also every rung of the ladder and you better hope that there is a garden hose nearby.
With that said, I am used to dealing with dog crap and i’ve been having a pretty good year avoiding it so far until yesterday morning. I arrived at a customer’s house yesterday morning to check some squirrel traps and when I stepped out of my truck onto a grassy area on the side of the road I stepped directly into the biggest pile of dog crap that I have ever seen. It actually got all over the sides and even the top of my sneaker it was so big. It also had the texture of vaseline and quickly covered my entire right sneaker. The smell was awful and I could not even come close to getting it all off my sneaker. It had seeped into the fabric on the sides also. The worst thing was that I still had two more appointments to go and I had to inspect attics on both appointments. That meant that I had to walk into two customer’s houses and I could not do so with these crap-soaked sneakers.
After a frantic search of my truck I realized that the only other footwear that I had with my was my knee-high rubber boots that I use in muddy/flooded yards. So I would have to show up for my next two appointments wearing shorts with knee-high rubber boots. Quite the fashion statement.
There was no way that I was going to show up at a customer’s house dressed like that. They would probably lock their doors and call the cops as I looked like an escaped mental patient in this outfit. So I decided that I would hit the nearest shoe store and buy some new sneakers.
After about 30 minutes of searching a found a mall and proceeded to the shoe store. As I walked through the mall wearing my shorts and knee-high rubber boots people were staring at me and parents were grabbing their children as they saw me walking through the mall. It was quite a sight. The guy at the shoe store asked what was with my awesome outfit and I told him the story about my dog crap fiasco. He then asked me “was it a big pile?” I responded “I am buying a new pair of sneakers because of this pile of dog poop, it certainly wasn’t from a poodle!!” All the guys in the store got a good laugh. I put on my new sneakers and was on my way.
Dog crap, just another occupational hazard in the wildlife removal industry.
Matt Grady