I’ve noticed something when I’ve been out on my trails. Little black bags.
I see them everywhere. Like this one in plain sight.
Look at this one. Somebody left it on the side of the trail.
And this one’s hiding in the middle of some bushes. Well, it’s not really hiding. Maybe if it was summer they would have been able to conceal this here.
So now I have the evidence. Three little black bags in three days.
And the funny thing is these bags are always missing the next time I come by. Well, most of the time they’re missing. I guess sometimes somebody forgets one.
So now I’ve got to figure out what these little black bags are for. And why are they getting left on my trails?
Maybe they’re munchies in case somebody gets really hungry while they’re on my trails.
But that can’t be it. If they were munchies I’d be eating them and I don’t see anything attractive about these little black bags.
So I’ll have to look for some more clues.
What do they have in common – besides being little, and black, and bags?
I’ve got it. Flies! They all have flies buzzing around them. I wonder why.
Excuse me a minute – I’ve got to take a break.
Hey person, what are you doing with that little black bag? It looks a lot like the ones I’ve been investigating.
What are you doing, person? Don’t put that in the little black bag. I left that there for a reason.
Now you’re getting me upset and it’s messing up my whole investigation.