But there was one problem... My dear friend has the flimsiest poop scooper I think I've ever seen. How I didn't snap it like a toothpick, I've no idea. The contents of our boxes would have caused that thing to explode into a kajillion plastic shards.
So I'm going to get her a belated housewarming gift. It might seem silly, but when you have a sturdy - possibly bulletproof - poop scooper, it makes the job so much easier, and easier = not as sucky.
With a sturdy scooper you know you can dig into every corner without any concern that the handle's gonna snap & fly up and spew litter every fricken where. Like into your face. Which has almost happened to me. It only takes that one scare. Cold shiver. Can't let that happen.
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