Ah, the greatly feared animal feces.
I go on a round of dumpster diving early most Sunday mornings in suburban south Mississauga and Oakville.
One day in the spring I pull into one place and there a nice pair of brown leather loafers sitting on the pavement.
As though someone took them off while sitting sideways in a car seat.
As I look closer I see there is dog shit or coon shit in the soles.
Oh well, put them in a plastic grocery bag and wrap them up until I get home.
Once home, put on a pair of rubber gloves, and grab a toilet brush and toilet bowl cleaner.
In the back corner of the yard proceeded to give the shit covered soles a scrubbing.
Left in the sun for a day to air out, then second pass with same cleaner and an old tooth brush from the collection that are devoted to one harsh task before they get tossed.
Then I got the shoe polish box out and gave the leather a good cleaning.
Now I have a pair of Cole Haan loafers in my exact size as if I forked out over $160 for them new