however, this discovery was different--the garbage bag hanging from the tree had a note attached to it that was encased in a (presumably waterproof?) plastic presentation-type sheath. and the bold block red letters glared menacingly at me as i slowed down my mower to read them. they said:
LEAVE THIS ALONE!!
YOU WON'T LIKE IT!
immediately, and with the wicked and undaunted determination of a child sneaking into their parent's closet the week before christmas to take inventory of the loot, i was utterly and completely consumed with curiosity.
the bold red words swirled around in my head as i continued to cut the grass. most puzzling--i thought--was the brash, speculative, and hasty assumption that i wouldn't like whatever is in that bag. how do they know whether i'd like it or not? it seems like something capable of being liked, i assume--otherwise, why would someone go to such trouble keeping other people away from it?
as the situation played on and on and on in my mind, i decided that i couldn't trust my splintered memory enough to remember the exact wording and structure; this could cast a shadow of doubt on my story later when i tell everyone i know about it and expect them to join me on a late night covert mission to private property and back.
i turned my mower around, pulled out my 3 mega-pixel camera/phone apparatus, and snapped a picture of that son-a-bitch. also, on second inspection of the bag, i noticed that the contents had corners or some sort of defined shape (boxes?)--it wasn't just a big bag of blood or anything.
now that i had the exact syntax, i could further analyze the intention. perhaps, i could determine the contents of the bag by a thorough scientific analysis of all known factors, ala inspector jaques clouseau ("It won't be easy, that is why I have always failed where others have succeeded").
It goes without stating that garbage bags aren't normally hung from trees. Rarer still, are those with notes attached. And probably rarest of the rare, notes containing more exclamation points then a 'cathy' comic strip and cryptically-organized like some sort of linguistic equation:
PRIVATE PROPERTY! = (LEAVE THIS ALONE!! * YOU WON'T LIKE IT!)
i understand 'PRIVATE PROPERTY!'. it means don't touch my shit, asshole. 'LEAVE THIS ALONE!!' speaks for itself and is another way to say private property. however the wild card, 'YOU WON'T LIKE IT!', suggests one of two things:
- the person that hung that bag feels cast out or detached from society, such that they feel anything they like/use/own is insignificant and useless to others
- the person that hung that bag is into some really sick shit
nonetheless, i did have some fun attempting to predict what the bag hanger might have thought that i (or a five year old) wouldn't like enough that we stayed far far away from that scary/sick/gross/horrible hefty bag. i, with help from my creative team, brainstormed on all possible contents. let it be stated that i will not commit to either liking or not-liking these things..
- Deer parts from deer killin
- Mouse traps with dead mice still in them
- Pictures of my neighbors (and me) taken through various windows at night
- Dead pets/animals/wives in boxes
- Clown costumes
- Bee/Wasp/Hornet houses
- Books about Metallica
- Letters from disgruntled ex-girlfriends/wives/family
- Flea, ant, and tick farm
- Used bloody broken condoms
- John Schneider's boots
- NHL Hockey trading cards (with stick of hard gum)
- Emerson, Lake, and Palmer 8-Track collection
- VHS movies with names like "Golden Shower Girls" or "On Olden Blonde"
- Boxes of poo