Of all the obstacles I planned to face in Haiti, poop was pretty low on the list.

This Saturday, upon waking, I ran down to the garden, gloves in hand, ready to face the day.  The first thing I saw (or rather, smelled), was a large human poop.  It was magenta.

Although I was happy find out that this individual had been eating a steady diet of beets, I was less enthralled with their choice of venue for pooping.  My gardening high continued to wane the more I looked around - like a gastrointestinal battlefield, the garden was covered with unwelcome organic material. 

As another week of fun begins, I plan on bringing you the most honest and hard-hitting accounts of my battle with poop.  Who will win, vegetables or fecal coliform?