"The woman, the officers reported, kept a collection of bear scat, which was stored on cookie sheets."
I mean okay if you were like maybe hanging out with her.... toking on the best stuff ever grown...listening to tunes you might kind of go, hey cool she can actually commune with animal vibes in their aura.... but then you walk past that kitchen counter and be like, "Oh hey, what the 'F' Suzy?".
