the hazards of raccoon crap
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.04.02
I cleaned up all of the raccoon clap today, lest the boy wind up getting into it. Wore rubber gloves while doing so.
I then tossed the bag into the garbage bin designated for composting by the city.
Seems I got it only half right. Turns out that raccoon feces is dangerous. Not entirely sure what to do with the bag I've currently left in the compositing bin. I guess it'll have to go elsewhere.
Man I hope I don't contract roundworm. Guess that goes without saying.