…And Then A Squirrel Pooped On My Face

I’m not sure how many of you were around a few years ago, but back in 2014 I shared my horrific ridiculous tale of attempting to visit several pumpkin farms, with the goal of snapping the perfect fall photo of my kids.



But if you do remember, it didn’t go well.


Unless of course by “going well,” you mean needing to pry a bee out of the Platonic Husband’s hair with a stick, nearly being run over by a horse, the kids falling into a burr bush, possible poison ivy, and a corn maze that involved a near rescue effort and the abandonment of clothing.

I lean towards the understanding that when you consider all of that, it means that it did not go well.




But two years later, the insanity crisp fall air began to set in and I had mostly forgotten about that near death experience adventure filled trip to the pumpkin farm, and I had a thought that sounded something like this: “Hey, wouldn’t it be great to get some fall pictures of the kids at a pumpkin farm?”



And thus I found myself trekking out to the pumpkin farm with my Platonic Hubby, (and her hubby, and my guy, and all our kids) so that we could take the world’s most adorable pictures of our kids.


Cuz we had big dreams y’all!

And then when we got there, BONUS, it was a civil war reenactment weekend!

So there we were, working very hard to take some National-Geographic-meets-Glamour-Magazine worthy photos that I was going to post for all of you to ooo and aaahhh over… but then we noticed some farm animals…. and because we are us, why not take a selfie with a sheep?

Well allow me to answer that question for you: You might get a little too close to the sheep, it might lick your face, you might scream, and it may panic and nearly jump out of it’s enclosure with an impressive six foot leap that makes me think its father may have been a one night stand, out-of- town-but-just-here-for-one-night on business, reindeer on Christmas Eve.



But really, that happened. I kid you not, The Platonic Hubby and I were squishing in with this what I now know to be an Olympian sheep, and while I am intently focusing on getting all three of us into the photo, I CLEARLY wasn’t paying enough attention to the fact that this thing was getting a little too close, even for my selfie camera comfort.

He then licked my face.

I screamed, the sheep took flight, people around me screamed, and then The Platonic Hubby and I died laughing.

After that, we made sure that all of our animal selfies were done from a safe distance.

When all the animals were seen and photographed, we wandered over to the Civil War days where I kept asking all the re-enactors every question that our group wanted to know but was too shy to ask. And while we listened in horror marveled at their stories of camping out for several days straight, in fully authentic time period clothing, without showers, while cooking in a historic kettle over a campfire, we noticed one particular campsite that put the rest to shame.

“Eden! Platonic Hubby!” says my Platonic Hubby’s real hubby. “That tent has an entire four poster bed in it! They even have a dining room table and a spinning wheel!”

“I guess they don’t like to pack light” comments my Platonic Hubby.

“Of course not,” I say, “clearly these people are glamping. Why camp when you can glamp?”

They both looked at me in confusion, and after I finished explaining what glamping (glamorous camping) was, my Platonic Hubby’s Husband insisted that I take a picture of the prehistoric glampors.

But I never got that picture, because just then, a squirrel pooped on my head.


I mean really, this is why I don’t like camping. I can’t even walk past a campsite without having nature shit on me.

After giving myself a shower in fruit scented hand sanitizer, and at the same time trying to calm a panicked Boy Child who saw an army of war reenactors marching down the path and became terrified that “pirates” were coming, I remembered why Pumpkin Farms and me don’t mix.

Because sometimes you go there, a sheep licks your eyeballs, your kid freaks out that “pirates” are invading, and a squirrel shits on your face.

After that, The Platonic Hubby and I took a few photos of our own, and I raced home to take a shower and eat a pound of candy.




The End.

If you thought this was crazy, check out what happened at the pumpkin farm last time: 

I bring you flash floods, burrs, bees, horses, and acorn genitalia, in “I Am Just Not Cut Out For This Shit.”

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  • Eatabagofrichards
    October 19, 2016 at 12:13 pm

    I have to say, I'm a little surprised there wasn't also a fish in this story.#GlampingFTW

    • NotMyShametoBear
      October 19, 2016 at 6:04 pm

      HAHAHA, So true!!!

  • #nakedpoptart(keeping with the theme.. I am theme orientated)
    October 19, 2016 at 7:02 pm

    #greatesthashtagsever #youshouldwinahashtagemmyaward#lifeshouldonlybecommunicatedthroughhastags#:)

    • NotMyShametoBear
      October 19, 2016 at 5:13 am


  • Steven Theiss
    October 19, 2016 at 8:36 pm

    Not to be nit picky, but those don't look like Civil War outfits to me. I think you mean Revolutionary War.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      October 19, 2016 at 5:12 am

      Hum… maybe? I was just going by the big sign that said “Civil War Days,” but maybe they recycled it from another event lol!

  • afairytale84
    October 19, 2016 at 10:27 pm

    Love the hastags.I read somewhere that a bird pooping on you is good luck. Maybe that extends to squirrel poop, too…

    • NotMyShametoBear
      October 24, 2016 at 10:50 am

      Haha, I sure hope so!



  • Facebook
    October 20, 2016 at 2:58 pm

    You have no idea how much I needed to laugh tonite! Thank you

  • Facebook
    October 21, 2016 at 3:45 am


  • Facebook
    October 25, 2016 at 3:49 am

    I can't even imagine! I just loved all the hashtags…I felt like I was with you all! Haha!

  • CD
    November 6, 2016 at 2:05 am

    Okay, I've been meaning to ask you this but it never came up – you've definitely posted about the pumpkin farm thing before? Weren't you at one where your ex's mother tried to cross a dirt road and called the police to “escort” her because there was no crosswalk?? I have definitely told this story IRL…

  • CD
    November 6, 2016 at 2:09 am

    Also, how weird is this – literally in the last week (before I read this) I had been talking about squirrel crap. Not randomly, I mean it was relevent to the conversation I was having (yeah, I'm a little hard to keep up with as you can probably imagine…)But… it does sound like you have another crazy pumpkin farm story that's worth telling. 🙂

    • NotMyShametoBear
      November 9, 2016 at 2:47 am

      I can honestly say that squirrel crap had never crossed my mind until it was on my face…

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