In my backyard, I stumbled upon a slimy, red-colored thing that reeked so badly it made my stomach turn — and when I finally figured out what it was, I was completely horrified.
That morning began exactly like countless others — quiet, uneventful, and comfortably predictable. The air still carried the cool breath of dawn, the sunlight had only just started to brush the tops of the trees, and the world outside my window glowed in a soft, golden haze. I slipped into my slippers, grabbed the watering…