Clods

    No, not dumb people; the kind that come off your shoes. My favorite actual trail near here (as against boardwalks and concrete paths) is in Congaree Creek Heritage Preserve across the river in Cayce. Somehow, I always forget to wipe my feet when I get home. Thus, I'm always following myself around with a dust pan sweeping up the clods, as they look like something the kitty would interpret as food. Which makes me a guess-what?