This is the 5th day since I started to clean the shits in our courtyard, but the funny thing is I even don’t know whose shits I have been cleaning for. I hate this. I can stand no more mesteries in my life, after the strange noise from the roof, a never-right hot water tap, the grass root in the waterpipes that blocked the drain and a quite delayed letter from the Council. I couldn’t explain anyone of these, what I can only do is guessing.

I know this might be yukky, but I am really talking about the shits, actually done by some animals between the time of 5:30pm to 7:30am, I believe, and left uncovered and scattered in the yard. I felt really bad about collecting them in every early morning. I am not supposed to do that, No!!!! I should have enjoyed my tea and the fresh air.

We made some plans to stop this happen again including the extreme idea like what my husband said “moving to another place”, which would not be very realistic but worth considerating if the things keep going like this. My plan was relatively mild but more exhausting to carry out. I decided to leave the kitchen light on all night to scare the criminal away and occassionally stand in front of the window to watch the yard. I did insisted for a while, about 10 minutes I guess, between 5:00pm to 7:30pm. Didn’t have a clue to get an answer finally, but this morning I found there was nothing for me to clean. I am not sure if I can prove something through my temporary success that my plan did work or just because the animal got constipated yesterday (sorry for saying that this way), but I do hope this is going to be a turning point from now on. The Gods bless me!