Shit. A cluster of large spheres of shit, alarming in how perfectly smooth and round they are. Hued light brown, and with what appear to be short, tiny fibers of hair that seem to be growing from them in some kind of awful, organic way. As though the shit is alive. Night of the Living Shitballs. Except, it’s daytime, and not even George Romero could conjure up something as nasty as this.

