When I was at boarding school during my high school years, a couple of times a year the whole school would go to a camp ground. This was always a lot of fun. The change of pace was great, and there was plenty of time to explore.
One time my friend Rutsu and I were exploring near the creek. A couple of the boys walked up and we joked back and forth with them. One of the boys said, “Yeah, well you’re standing on a dead dog.”
“Ha, ha!” We weren’t going to fall for that one.
“No, really you are,” one of the boys insisted.
Rutsu shifted her weight to her right foot as she looked down. As she did this, she crunched the head of a very, very dead dog. It was just skin and skeleton. I was on the other end of it. We jumped off and screamed with arms all a flail. Rutsu took off running straight for the creek. I thought she was going to run right in the water, but she stopped just in time.
I have a tendency to stick my foot in it rather often, but this is probably the grossest place my feet have ever actually landed.
This post is linked to Memory Lane Friday.