so ever since we got jones, part of our daily conversation consists of things like, “did he poop yet?”, “was it big?”, “was it hard?” and so on. this morning, jones’ excrement consisted not only of digested food, but plastic and foil. a week ago, he got into the garbage by the couch and ate kurt’s gyro wrapper. i’m amazed that it took so long to go through him. i, however, don’t know where the plastic came from.
