A simpler time...
The early nineties were a simpler time. When I was probably six, my brother convinced me to eat an old piñon nut that was sitting in a pile of other piñon nuts on the ground. After I put it in my mouth, he fell to the ground laughing and said, "do you see a pine tree around here?" We were in a field. I had just put old rabbit poop into my mouth.
Anyway, the point of this story is that if I accidently put any kind of poop into my mouth these days, I would probably freak out, brush my teeth a thousand times, throw out that tooth brush, spray shower water directly into my mouth, get a new tooth brush, brush my teeth five hundred more times, chug a bottle of Scope, and cry.
Back then, I just spit it out, chased my brother around for a bit trying to punch him, chewed on a pine needle, and went on with my day.
Signing off, a girl from AZ (who happened to grow up in the forest).